One week from today, I will have a 22 month old and a baby that is 12 hours old. We will be a family of 4. From two teenagers 11 years ago on our first date, to a married couple and parents of 2 children.
One week from today, I will have a newborn. My body will shrink some, but will be taken over by the demands of nursing a newborn, eating around the clock.
One week from today, I will have a son or another daughter. Either a Colby James or a Norah Jean.
One week from today, Tessa will be a big sister. She will become either friends with a little sister or the protective older sister to a little brother.
One week from today, I will have a fresh incision from a repeat c-section. I will be having trouble moving.
One week from today, I hope to be chowing down on some delicious greasy food without fear of heartburn sneaking up on me.
One week from today, we will go from a zone defense to man-to-man.
One week from tomorrow, I will indulge in my first grande pumpkin spice latte of the season, fully caffeinated, probably with whole milk and whipped cream just because I can.