My due date is in exactly 4 months from today. August 5th. Last night on our way home from community group I mentioned that to Jon and he said he always forgets how special the 5th is for us. Our son is due on August 5th, my sisters birthday, and our 2 1/2 year wedding anniversary. Again, not a coincidence but God's perfect providence. I know the chance of him being born on the 5th is very small but the fact that when he was the size of a poppyseed and to this day, the doctor has said August 5th.
Lately I feel like my thoughts during this pregnancy have totally shifted. We are almost 23 weeks which means baby has all his limbs, organs, etc... he is just really small. No major transformations and growths will take place over the next 4 months, he will just grow stronger and bigger. This has moved my focus from 'okay how his kidneys function!' and 'he has hair!' to 'what will it be like to hold him for the first time?' and "will his eyes be blue like his dads or green like me?". I find myself reading less and less from my What To Expect books about pregnancy and reading more and more about what to expect during labor and the first few days. This boy is quite the little soccer player in my tummy and those first flutters and kicks were so surreal and felt like a dream... now I know my son is just saying hello. I had a friend tell me a few weeks ago that holding her baby girl now, she wished she knew it was her in the womb. It's hard to envision what my son will be like or what I will be like as a mother but that all changes the minute he is born.
Friends in our missional community had their baby yesterday afternoon, at almost 42 weeks pregnant, and boy did the emotions effect me. Sure I've had tons of friends have babies and even experience the birth of my niece but being pregnant, watching a sweet friend become a mother is like nothing else. I couldn't stop thinking that that would be us in just a few months. Praying for a peaceful delivery, texting our friends and family excitedly, and sharing our baby with the world. And boy I can't even think about meeting that baby tomorrow, I will be a sopping mess!
I know it's cliche to say that pregnant women are more emotional and yes it can be a bad thing when you cry at the drop of a hat or bite your husbands head off but it is really a beautiful thing. My emotions are heightened when I think of the future and think of our family. I get warm and cozy feeling looking at my husband and knowing what a wonderful father he will be to our son. And I am in a constant state of gratefulness knowing how loved I am by God who presented us with this gift.
I didn't want this post to be pictureless and this picture has nothing to do with the post at all. I finally found a table for under our stairs and added pieces we already owned. In our home, the more pictures the better.