A Little Catching Up...

Every Saturday, Justin wakes up before dawn and goes to his office to accept a new challenge in his game. He leaves me to sleep for as long as I want. This morning was no different, accept for my hand resting on my growing baby bump. I looked at the empty spot beside me and had the most wonderful thought. Soon our Saturday mornings won't be so quiet and that baby bump won't be there below me, but instead beside me. I could picture the prettiest little face, head bobbing as it turned tiredly, one cheek marked red from where the sheet was wrinkled beneath, and their curls shining in the sunlight coming from their daddy's window. Okay, so it may be a year from now at least before Justin is up for playing again, or perhaps I should say that the baby may be willing to let him sleep so he can get up to play. I know it was a daydream. I also know that I won't likely be sleeping so late anymore myself, but I know that it wasn't that far off. This baby has already begun to change a great deal for us.

For nearly a year, Justin and I prayed for this little one together. I (always Mrs. Optimistic) worried he or she may never come. Justin has been a great support- never flinching, never showing doubt, always somehow wonderfully certain. Even the morning that we found out I can remember my choking on tears and surprise while he sat with unwavering certainty in the bed waiting. "I already knew." was the first thing he said (much better than the "I told you so." he could have offered me). When "morning" sickness hit the following morning in full force, Justin didn't flinch. He managed everything without one complaint or one joke at my expense. *On a side note- Morning sickness is a joke in itself in this house. From Dec. 17th until last Tuesday, there has only been 24/7 ALL DAY sickness- the kind like I can't remember before. It kicked me on my butt and laughed at me I'm pretty sure.* Back to my sweetheart though, Justin has been a trooper. He's treaded on our cold, hard floors to the kitchen in the dark for breakfast first thing every morning, made sure we were stocked up on anything I thought sounded good, and even used those smoothie skills I've been hearing about for two years to make me some supposed "Nausea-Free" smoothie pops. *Note to self- you can not believe everything you read on Pinterest.* He has marched through the freezing cold weather with me to our first two doctor's appointments. He has also seen his wife for the giant baby I warned him about- the one that hates doctors and thinks Advil should cure everything. He only laughed at me when he was eavesdropping on my nervous laughing and pathetic "joking" with the lab nurse, even though I did explain to him I was a devil child to too many of them when I was little and know now I should really attempt to stay on their good side. He has even attempted the art of keeping a dreadful patient occupied in the waiting room so I won't look so miserable, and he only smiles when he fails. In his defense though, no one, not even my parents, have ever truly succeeded in making me a better participant in the waiting room. I say all of this for two reasons:

#1. So that in a few months, while worrying over the big nothings that will come and go with delivery, I may reread this and remember how perfect and wonderful my partner in all of this has been all along.

#2. So that our baby will know how wonderful and loving their daddy is.

I have so much more to catch up on and say, but we are losing time and there is a nursery to be cleaned out. With morning sickness out of the way (I just can't say that without a smile), I should be a much better blogger for a while I hope.

I hope all of you have been doing well. I have a lot of catching up to do with you as well, I know!