It's Official...

At least as official as it gets. Being only 37 weeks, he really isn't a little bit of anything, but adorable, precious chubbiness. Still, he's my Little Bit. He weighed in at 9 lbs Monday. That said, my doctor doesn't want to take chances and has scheduled a csection for us. I can not believe it. We are almost at the end of this part of the journey. We'll officially be a family of three in just two weeks. Two weeks, y'all!
I have a load of clothes that I should be folding (and a nap that seems equally important), but I wanted to write while I have a few minutes. Not wanting to bore you...let's throw some pictures in there so you can actually see what's changed here in the last few months.
So I am semi-addicted to this movie-

There's one scene you could totally skip if you watch the non-television version, but it is so relatable. It makes me think so deeply about Justin and I and our life together. How little we know. How much we have learned. How hard we've worked and prayed. How we've made it this far and what's next for us.

Little Bit's Wreath and Our New Addition to the Family Wall

I can't remember when I started praying for a baby. It's been too long since that first happened. It's like trying to remember when I first prayed for my husband- LONG before we met is all I can remember. Still, I know when I started praying, really praying for this baby. It was day 3 of our honeymoon. I woke up in his arms and realized I wanted not only to love the man beside me every day for the rest of my life, but I wanted to give him every ounce of love that could ever be given to a man. I didn't just want a baby anymore. I wanted his baby. I wanted our baby. When he began seriously talking about it a month later, I was elated. No need to wait. Who needed to wait?

My work family surprised me with a baby shower at the first of July (and even snuck in my sister and husband)!

Apparently we did, because it was a year later before I got that positive test result. After thousands of tears, at least a hundred tearful, fear-filled conversations, and a few negative test results we got our good news. Some days, it seems like just yesterday I was worrying about the first doctor's visit and calling my parents (one who laughed he was so happy and the other stunned to silence). Other days, it's hard to remember not being pregnant.

My mother repainted her rocking chair to match the vintage nursery rhyme theme! Isn't is beautiful!!!

I've had to learn to trust others- to take their word on what is best not only for me, but for what is the most precious gift either of us has ever been given. I've had to learn to look forward to the results and not focus on the uncomfortableness that comes with the test. I've come to have my own experiences and not listen so much to everyone else's. I've come to understand the love you can have for someone you can't even feel yet, and yet you know they are there...and the thrill that comes even when that same someone becomes so powerful it hurts.

Spent Valentines Day painting, the next day building furniture, and the last few months working on finishing touches!

I've been humbled more than once. I'm no one special, and yet God is trusting me with this blessing. While I once prayed for my husband's gaze to meet mine, to know his kisses and his hugs, and to see his eyes tell me he thought I was beautiful even if he didn't say it aloud, I've been shown much more. There is nothing like catching your husband's amazed gaze on your growing belly, or having his hand resting securely on top of you (knowing he is hoping to feel what you can feel at any given second). There is nothing like being pulled into a hug when you feel your worst, and knowing the two-three feet between you doesn't make him love you any less. There is nothing like watching curves you hardly knew existed before disappear at a rapid rate or being unable to move without sounding like some part of you is breaking, and yet your husband will pick the most random of moments to kiss you, or to smile sweetly at you, or to hug you just because he couldn't care less what you look like. Just when I think I could not love him anymore, he shows me how wrong I am. He reminds me how loved I am- how loved this baby is already.

Life is about to change. I can only imagine how much, how often. All I really know is that everything so far has revolved around love. The amount of love lying ahead of us, that we haven't even begun to touch, that is something else.