So, honestly, it hasn't really hit me yet. Don't think it will until he's actually born. And I hear him. And hold him.
What DOES hit me is the last time I left my house to go to the hospital believing I'd be bringing my baby son home, it broke my heart.
The last time I bought chocolate for the nurses, they loved it...but remembered me for something so, so, so different than I wanted.
The last time I packed a diaper bag for a newborn, it went unused and stared at me for months as insult to injury.
The last time I believed it was going to be ok, I was so wrong.
So...I'm excited, yes! I'm nervous, yes! I can't wait, no!
But I'm apprehensive and just praying...and so, so, so overwhelmed with gratitude for the many, many prayers and good thoughts and wishes. Please, please know how much they have given me a peace I just didn't expect I'd have.
If you would like to be updated with a text or on FB, please send me an email with infor or add as a friend on FB...we are updating our lists as I type! We'll update the blog too...but I think more info will be on texts or FB because those are easier for John.
Prayerful, grateful and hopeful