Happy 37 weeks to my baby bump!
And my goodness, is it getting cramped inside my tummy! ;) I’ve kinda resorted to picking things up with my toes, asking Max for help… or just leaving it until Zack gets home at night. We had an ultrasound the other day and the technician was able to record the baby’s weight. Would you believe they estimate our baby to currently weigh around 8 lbs? I do love a chubby baby, so I’m not complaining. (And to think I didn’t even buy newborn size diapers a few weeks ago, I skipped right to size 1. Mothers intuition, anyone?)
Zack had some additional time off work recently so we spent it finishing preparations for Baby #2 and just simply being together at home as a family. It was seriously one of the best weeks of my life. While Zack was home we cranked out a few projects — like painting a nightstand for the nursery, sewing a rocking chair cushion set, hanging extra towel bars in our bathroom for our family visiting, and installing the infant car seat. The whole time I was like, Yahooo! We’re checking off another “to do”, this is awesome! #dork
Even though I’m nervous about the birth and what our experience will end up being, I do have a lot of peace. I share with Zack pretty much weekly how grateful I am to not have the tension that comes with feeling like there’s too much to do each day but not knowing how to get it all done. Now, if I could only find the energy to stay awake once Max goes to bed so I can work on a few things just for me ;) I’m reminded this is a (short) season in my life and it reminds me of my childhood. So many memories of taking care of my dolls and hours of creative play come flooding back to me. I’m doing exactly what I always envisioned myself doing :)
By the way, I listened online to Angie Smith speak recently on how to be better at being present in the moment, and it was so refreshing. I’m not sure how long the videos will be up, so click over and watch as soon as you can.
Maxwell is noticing a bit more that things are starting to change within our family. Instead of only talking about the baby, the visual clues are appearing: we have a cradle for the baby to sleep in, a car seat for the baby to ride in, clothes for the baby to wear, little diapers tucked next to Max’s on the changing table. He’s noticing, and as much as we are keeping things as routine as possible, he’s having a hard time. And you know, I’m just so grateful that my only requirements each day is to be the mama God has created me to be. It’s easy for this to feel like too much, but it really is enough.
I’m reminded it’s OK for Max to struggle a little with the upcoming changes because I have the time each day to help him process them.
I feel encouraged, blissful, tired, excited and grateful. All good things! xoxo