Sweet Baby

A photo from our 3-D ultrasound at 33 weeks. He was moving, practicing breathing, and showing off his headful of hair. What a sweetheart. I find myself rubbing my belly in hopes he can feel the hug.

On that note, as much as this pregnancy has been uncomfortable or anxious at times, I have definitely loved it. I love the gradual build-up to the big day, when we get to "unwrap" the best present ever. I love the bonding of feeling him move, tracking his growth, carrying him with us wherever we go. I love praying about God's plan for his life, imagining his little body and blooming personality as he becomes whoever God made him to be. I love that strangers see my belly and smile. I even love that when I'm uncomfortable, I can assume there's a positive cause (pregnancy) rather than worrying about illness. There are so many ways in which this process feels like a miracle - an alien, crazy, only-God-could-have-thought-this-up kind of adventure.

So while part of me wants to meet this boy right now, another part of me doesn't want to miss out on the last six weeks of pregnancy. It's too precious a time to rush past -- especially now that the end is so clearly in sight.