This Is REAL

Last night we registered for gifts at Toys R Us (you can see our registry by clicking on Toys R Us - you better believe I registered for some legos). Shannon spent most of her day yesterday researching items to determine those with the best value—a process that cut our registering time in half.

I don’t know if it was the “My Daddy Loves Me” bibs or the awesome bath toys, but I became really excited. I didn’t just see a blanket or a stroller, I saw our little guy wrapped in the blanket or sleeping in the stroller. I could see him sleeping on my chest in a little onesie while I watch the NFL playoffs.

The same thing is happening around the house. Walking past the tub, I imagine him splashing and giggling. Riding in the car, I can almost hear his coos from the backseat. In the kitchen I can see a swing filled with him.

Shannon is in her 30th week. We are 75% there. It’s hard to believe that in 10 short weeks he’ll be here.

Last night, I had dream after dream about him. I don’t know if it was due to any one of the above reasons or all of them together. In my dreams, we played and laughed—I could see his face so clearly (though I couldn’t pick it out or describe it if I had to). In one dream I saw Shannon carrying him in one of those carrier/backpack/pouch things. She looked great and he was having a blast soaking in the world around him.

What an experience.