I'll keep this short and sweet since I'm currently holed up in a hotel room in Chicago frantically typing this on the tablet I borrowed from your Daddy. The last 24 hours have been a flurry of emotions for your Mama. Not bad emotions, just surprising. When my employer gave me the opportunity to attend this conference, I jumped at the chance. I wwnted what I thought would be my last fun trip, my last connection with my former wanderlusting self (plus, the conference sounded pretty dang cool). The conference was and is great and I'm so happy I went. But I was plagued with these unfamiliar feelings that I would rather be at home cuddling with my boys.
Like I said, I've always loved any opportunity to see as much of this world as possible so I'm not sure whether these emotions stemmed from some kind of nesting instinct or if maybe this was a last hurrah for my globetrotting, free-spirited self and an ushering in of my new homebody, Mama bear self. I also had this small, nagging feeling that I was really glad you were with me, Baby Pep, because your presence made me feel less homesick.
And for the first time, I felt like I could picture having you on the other side of my belly and you know what? I felt excited. It only took me 8 months, Baby Pep. But guess what? Your Mama is finally ready to meet you.