"Has it hit you yet?"

Somewhere over the North Atlantic Ocean it finally hit me...

I'm moving to Norway.

I'm having a baby in another country.

People keep asking me, "So...has it hit you yet?" I always answer some variation of "Yes...we've wanted this for a long time so we're very excited." But now I realize, NO! It hadn't hit me yet. Because now it has. It smacked me in the face like a ton of bricks. Five hours into our over-night flight it hit me hard!

I looked at Arthur and said, "How is it possible to feel so scared and excited, so sad and joyful all at the same time!?" I finally realized that I'm not just visiting another country. I'm going to be living there. For three years. Living in a country where I currently speak 2 words in the native language..."takk" (thanks) and "dagmamma" (nanny...not dog mama/sitter like I previously thought.) I will be spending my day-to-day life always a little bit out of place, a little bit not belonging.

And then, three months after moving to this foreign country I'm going to bringing a child into the world. A BABY! He won't be born into the world of bar-be-que and blue-bonnets, but into a world of brunost and brød.

Yeah, all that and more hit me hard. So many questions. So many decisions. So much to prepare. I pulled my scratchy airline blanket up over my head and let the emotions flow.

Then Arthur grabbed my hand...and I looked at him and realized I'm not doing any of this alone. This is STILL something I've always dreamed about doing. This is STILL something I'm crazy excited for. No, our son probably won't eat his weight in flour tortillas (unless I can learn to make them myself) or crawl through a fire-ant bed during dollar night at the local ballpark (true story!) 

But he is coming into a world with two parents who love living life to the fullest and love each other more than anything in this world.

So yeah, it has hit me. But we're gonna be okay. We're gonna be great actually!