Baby C is due in 12 days. 12 days!!! I cannot believe it. Our house has been in project mode for weeks now trying to get everything ready. Finishing the basement, preparing the nursery, getting gifts for E and her parents, buying EVERYTHING at Babies R Us. I feel almost ready.....almost. This is a really strange time for me right now. I'll walk by the nursery and instead of happiness, I feel fear. I picture his little tiny self in the car seat and I get so excited, but then my next thought is, what if we don't get to bring him home. I'm trying every single day to turn that fear over to the Lord, but for now, I guess I'll just have to take the fear with the excitement. I just have to say, there is nothing that makes me love P more than walking down the hall and seeing him just standing in the doorway of the nursery just looking. He is as excited as I am. I knew that for a fact when he turned down going out with friends Saturday night so we could put together the dresser and the crib. I guess we are officially grown ups.
Baby C has decided to make things difficult for E and is breech. She goes to the doctor today to find out if he's turned into the correct position. If he hasn't, E has to decide whether to try and turn him (which could end in an emergency C section if the baby's heartrate escalates), or to just schedule a C section. I really want him to turn so E can have a quick recovery! However, it would be nice to know the exact time he will be entering the world, so we could be there. I can't wait to meet this little guy and smother him with kisses and tell him how much his mom loves him. Mom.......that's a wonderful word.
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