He even rounds the corners with speed.
Things are so busy in our house with school, and homework. Fall soccer, baseball, and swimming are starting soon. Keeping up with the laundry, and Alex I'm so tired, and don't have a lot to say. I can say that not hooking Alex up at night to that pump is a huge burden off of our shoulders. He continues to eat like a teenager, and has been such a happy boy these past few weeks.
So many people ask me if I'm getting excited. For the first time as a mother, I don't know how I feel, I want to be excited, I don't want to think about the baby being whisked away to the NICU, and finding tubes and alarms to be my reality. I want to hear that lullaby music filling the hospital halls when my baby is born, and not be haunted by it when every other mom gets to hold their baby, while mine struggles to breath a flight of stairs above me. Then of course with their good hearts people tell me everything will be ok, but no one knows what will happen. I recall hearing that everything would be ok with Alex, and I put all my hope into that. So my answer is I want to be excited, but that's all I can say.