Tuesday, February 23, 2010

9 Months and Counting

I have failed superbly at recording the last nine months of our life in Tennessee. The causes are many, but the home buying and getting pregnant probably rank near the top. Now we are just days (I hope) away from greeting our first-born son, who will be a Tennesseean.

I wonder if he'll talk with a Southern accent. Will he call me Mama instead of Mommy or just Mom?

While these thoughts occasionally pop into my head, I'm more preoccupied with when exactly he's going to arrive and what he might look like. Everyone assures me that my frequent and severe heartburn is a sign that he'll have lots of hair. I believe my scalp resembled a cue ball at birth, so if he does have lots of hair it will be from his Italian father.

Now that we've been here for more than a year, we are still without satellite radio but we do have a few good friends. And now that we live less than five minutes from the church--and the service was pushed back to 10:30--we are much more active members.

I can't imagine the next nine months will afford me a lot more time to write down the snippets of our experiences, but perhaps having a child is even more of a reason to do so. This will change our lives, friends and family assure us. "It will go by so fast," everyone says. My main goal--after an "easy" delivery, of course--is to teach my son to be the kind of person that other people want to be around. I hope he's compassionate and smart and quick to laugh. I suppose I will have to remember to be those things, too.