The Realization

Today marks 5 weeks.  In fact, at noon will mark 5 weeks exactly!

For 5 weeks I have been laying in a hospital bed.

In the past 5 weeks, I have been outside a whopping 4 times.

In the past 5 weeks, I have not sat in a car, listened to the radio, walked into my house, cuddled with my puppies on the couch, taught my amazing 3rd grade students, cooked dinner for Neil, done laundry, gone shopping, enjoyed this amazing fall weather (or do other "fall things" for that matter!) or helped Neil with the landscaping.

So many things I have missed out on in the past 5 weeks - but I couldn't be more blessed to be doing the amazing job God has asked me to do.  I feel so fortunate that God has bestowed this gift upon me.  That he thought me worthy enough to carry one of His loved children.  And not only that, but He thought I was capable enough to handle the waiting game that I have endured for the past 5 weeks.

But here is my realization...in just 3.5 short weeks, I will be giving birth to a miracle.  I will be going into the operating room and coming out the mother of a perfect baby boy.  3.5 weeks.  I have been here way longer than 3.5 weeks - it seems unreal!  And here's the best part...I could not be more ready.  I am eager to hold my baby boy...to feed him, to bathe him, to change him, and to cuddle with him.  I am eager to take him home and introduce him to the dogs.  I am eager for all our family to meet him.

These next 3.5 weeks couldn't come any sooner.  Everything at home is set and ready to go.  Dad is 100% prepared for the new life and we are ready for our lives to completely change...for the better!