37

Today I'm having a mini celebration for reaching 37 weeks. I'm officially "full term". And by celebrating I mean I am sitting on my tail and eating ice cream pie while the boys are out fishing.

Jackson and I had a little conversation with baby girl yesterday to let her know that she is welcome to come ANY TIME NOW... not that I really expect her to come this early. But here's hoping. The contractions have really revved up in the last week, but not with any consistancy.

Monday is the next DR appt - and I'm anxious to hear of any progress. Last week I found out that she/I am measuring a smidge smaller - not small as in a health concern they assured, but small as in she may be a petite thing. Which might explain why I'm not as big as I was with Jackson, who could have never been defined as petite in any way. I'm trying to take this as good news (easier delivery/less back pain??!!) and not worry. Easier said than done.

The past few weeks have been consumed with some last minute preparation for the arrival of baby girl. It's hard work... like deciding which outfit to bring her home in {grins}. The nursery is set, car seat in the car, essentials have been washed, and bags mostly packed (except for the things needed up until then). I've been shopping to get last minute necessities - diapers, wipes, diaper genie refills, new bottles/nipples, nursing pads, baby book, more crib sheets, etc. [thank you, thank you gift cards!]

I've also been a busy bee trying to get things squared away for the church while I am out with a newborn. It's hard for me. I hate asking people to do more when they already do so much. I really don't want to leave a burden for my awesome volunteers in the children's ministry. I am having to trust the Lord with a lot of this!