After all these months of waiting and anticipating, I am in a bit of shock that we are that close to the end of one chapter and the beginning of the next.
Not too surprising, I’ve been thinking about our son’s arrival throughout the entire pregnancy, but so much more in the last month as we’ve gotten closer and closer to meeting him. I think about labor some, but in only a positive light. I see it as this journey that will bring our little boy to our arms and it fills me with happiness.
But I also keep wishing it all out there just slightly. As much as I want to hold him in my arms, I want to enjoy the last little bit of having him all to myself. That fun squirming in my belly. Watching it roll. Knowing that no matter the time of day or where I am – he’s right there with me.
I’ve had a very blessed nine months and am so very grateful for that.