50 more sleeps

Growing up, we counted down big events by the number of sleeps left. Well, baby, according to the ticker on the side, there are 50 more sleeps to go. This absolutely blows my mind. I just still have a hard time imagining bringing you into this world. I think the 33 weeks of pregnancy so far have me convinced I will never know your gender, and you will stay in me always. But oh no, the day is coming soon where I will welcome you into the world. I. CAN'T. WAIT.

But yet I can. It's like knowing your life is going to change so dramatically but having no idea how it will actually change and how to prepare for that change. So for now I enjoy my blissful unawareness of the extent of change I'm about to experience.

I think I'm more mentally ready for you to come into the world then physically ready. Until this weekend you didn't have a place to rest your pretty head. But after a wonderful shower, I now have your crib ready as well as several other essentials that I need to welcome you home. We still haven't bought a car seat, but I'm planning on a trip to Sioux Falls the next two weekends. We'll see if Sam and I can decide on the right one....

I few days ago the thought crossed my mind - Now I know why I had a 4 month engagement. This girl is not much for waiting around for things to happen. It's not that I'm the most impatient person ever, I just get to a certain point where I want to say let's get this show on the road! I'm definitely at that point and I still have 7 more weeks. I'm sure in a few weeks I'll be even more ready for you to join the world.

The third trimester (except for the shingles ordeal) has been pretty smooth. I'm getting visibly large (too be expected) but my energy level hasn't dropped and I'm still sleeping well. I can tell that you, little baby, are growing like a weed. Seems like just a few weeks ago I could feel actual body parts moving around in there, and now it's pretty obvious that you like to stick your booty out. You also enjoy shoving your booty into mamma's ribs. I'm sorry for pushing you around in there but we just can't have you parked in my ribs all day. I enjoy breathing! I can tell your little feet are on my right side, and I'm pretty sure you're head down. I love feeling you when you stick your body out for the world to see! I can tell you no longer have room to kick (sorry) so lately you've just been able to move and adjust rather than completely stretch out like before.

On the gender issue, we still don't know if you are a girl or a boy. There are predictions, wives tales, Chinese calendars, and just the old 50/50. Daddy thinks your a boy. In the beginning I always thought you were a girl. Then your dad got me thinking it's probably a boy. Now I'm back to girl. I know whatever you are I won't imagine my life any other way. I'm just excited to actually know what you are! It will be an awesome surprise and I long to hear those words (It's a .......). 50 more sleeps.

I love you baby and I'm so thankful that God is watching over you, me, and your dad during this time and always. I find comfort in knowing that the God who ruled when Jesus walked the earth is still the same God that rules today. He never changes. And He is carefully crafting you into the perfect form that you will be. I can't wait to meet you my dear!