If I’m going to be honest, I’m still in a state of disbelief. Not my body though. The fatigue, bloating, abdominal pains, up and down emotions, and occasional nausea are all very real. Baby Bebop is on their way and there’s no denying it. I find myself rubbing my belly and thinking of them all. the. time. I stare at Moonstarbae’s face and wonder if Bebop will have his eyes or his cheeks or his unique sense of humor. I pray that they have his kindness, his warmth, and his commitment to family. Am I scared? Absolutely. Do I have questions? So many, I can’t even count. The few people we’ve told (and who know my spirit) have advised me to rest and take it easy. But, truthfully, I don’t know what that means. I’m itching to do it all: make money, prepare the house, read books, work out, cook elaborate meals, and basically all of the things. It’s all calling my name. And because I can’t do it all, I’ll be using this space to share my thoughts as we embark on this journey.