One Week From Today...

Is my actual due date!  Holy moly!  Where has the last 9 (really 10) months gone?  There's this little critter named Colin that has done a pretty good job keeping my mind off the baby growing inside my belly and focused on him instead - that's probably not a bad thing.

I'm starting to have sort of mixed feelings regarding the finale of this whole process.  You see, more than likely this is our last child.  That in itself is bittersweet to me.  While I'm ready to not have to experience morning (all day) sickness, a bulging waistline, unflattering clothes, swelling feet, and general discomfort of toting an extra 20-30 pounds, it all seems so trivial when you think of the miracle that transpires from it all in the end.  There will be no more kicks or jabs, no more Wes putting his hand on my belly to feel the baby move or getting down and talking to my belly.  No more looks and comments from random strangers telling me I look great or congratulations.  There will be no more first time ultrasounds to see that precious little heartbeat or the subsequent one to determine the sex.  I won't get to smell that baby fresh smell, hold that tiny being while thanking God for yet another miracle, or seeing that precious face for the first time.  There will be no more anxiety as to when the baby will come, where I will be, or how I will handle it.  I won't get another 8-week hiatus from work to get to snuggle, comfort, and nourish a little one.  No, all of these things are about to come to an end.

I now know why women keep having children.  The precious moments just don't last long enough.  Sure we enjoy and celebrate every day we're with Colin but there's something special and innocent with a newborn babe.  Sometimes I wish I was cut out for more but I honestly believe 2 is all I'm meant to have.  And I'm at peace with that.  I will miss the high points but I can always live vicariously through friends - and then I get to give the babies back when they cry (:

Childbirth is an amazing feat that God has bestowed upon women.  I am forever thankful that I have been blessed with 2 miracles, for whom I will cherish always.  My boys are so special to me!

Now on to some fun, less serious talk.  Does anyone want to play a guessing game?  That sounds eerily familiar like it might be from Sesame Street - please disregard the reference if it is!  Okay, so I thought it would be fun to have you guys guess my actual delivery date, weight, and height.  I have my last regular appointment on Wednesday, so I'll know then if an induction date is scheduled then.  So to be fair, everyone give me your best guess before Wednesday morning.  There will be a little prize for the person that comes the closest to all 3 things (I'll do some type of averaging).  To give you some background, with Colin I was 5 days over my initial due date, he weighed 8lbs 15oz and I think he was 20 or 21 inches long.  Good luck and may the best guesser win!!