Today is gonna be grand. I have the day off, which is already cause for celebration. This also hasn't happened today, so I'm already beating the MLK days of Jena's past life. I'm also 39 weeks pregnant. We have officially entered the final countdown. My bags are packed, the car seat is loaded, and Grahm and I are (naturally) freaking out.
Sawyer is scheduled to to arrive this Sunday, and while I am (naively) hopeful she will take after her mother's love of punctuality and come when she's "supposed to," I recognize that she probably will be late.
However, this may very well be my last week. So to kick off the end of an era, here are some things I am incredibly thankful for.
1. Last night while I was doing the laundry, I had three piles of clothes for the very first time. Tiny socks, pink blankets, adorable hats. These little additions are so much cuter than Grahm's sweaty t-shirts or the granny panties I've had to wear the past few months to cover my ever expanding buns. I don't think most people would be as excited about more laundry, but I am. I really really am.
2. The nursery has been a room that I have loved and hated the past few months. I've procrastinated. I've cried rivers of tears. I've returned more rugs than I care to admit, but this little space has also caused me so much joy. It's finally starting to come together (despite it still not having a rug). Grahm often finds me in there, sitting in my rocker and wondering what she's going to be like and if she'll enjoy the girly room I decorated for her.
3. I can't tell you how many encouraging texts, emails, and conversations I've had with excited friends and family. Even if the text says, "Feel like you're gonna blow yet?" (thanks, brother), we are so thankful for all the wonderful people in our life who can't wait to meet our daughter. Sawyer is already loved, and that truly means the world.
Any guesses on when she'll arrive?
Grahm: Jan 30 at 732am, 8 lbs 05 oz, 23 in
Me: Feb 2 at 427pm, 7 lbs 09 oz, 22 in