According to my pregnancy ticker I'm officially down to 20 days. 20 days of suspenseful waiting (and of course this number has the probability of varying). I personally believe we won't make our due date but one never knows for sure. Everyday I wake up and every night I go to bed with the same three words:
As the days count down we've been trying to wrap up odds and ends. We have a short cleaning to do list and will add things as we finish it up. We've really prioritized. I'm pretty pleased with what we've accomplished so far...
-Multiple freezer meals and breakfast items
-The nursery is complete (minus repainting the ceiling)
-Our hospital bags are packed
-G's overnight bag is packed
-Arrangements with G's sitter for while we're at the hospital have been made
-My new breast pump has been ordered and received (via my insurance)
-The baby's car seat has been installed
-Maternity pictures have been taken (I'll share more on those later)
Overall I feel pretty good about our little man's arrival. I've been praying over his birth and my ability to have a successful labor and delivery. I've been having a hard time with the fact that it may not go the way I hope. Just a disclaimer...I don't have a written up, "we must adhere to", birth plan. My goal is to have our baby as naturally as possible. I know what my body is capable of and I know I was made for this. There is no right or wrong when it comes to how a woman chooses to deliver, I just have my preferences. As the what ifs swirl in my brain, my sweet friend reminded me of something very important the other day. She said that no matter how he enters this world, it will be his special birth story. Amen. That helped put my heart at ease. God not only has a plan for my life but He is just as actively writing our son's story...
Thus, as the moments pass on and the contractions come and go, I'm focusing on savoring the moments we have left as a family of three.