Well, it’s any day now for our daughter to arrive. Every twinge, cramp or movement is analyzed with weighty anticipation. Neither Matt or I can wait to meet our daughter. Of course, coupled with the discomfort of being 9 months pregnant in Florida’s languid, hovering heat, I can only wish and pray that she comes sooner rather than later. But if anything is true, babies come on their own (and God’s) time, and the best we can hope for is soon. Matt talks to my belly every night and tells her he can’t wait to meet her. It’s precious. These are moments (though uncomfortable) we won’t soon forget.
We’ve got everything ready… the hospital bag is packed, the car seat installed and I’ve got all her clothes for taking her home from the hospital (they are so cute and tiny)! We can’t wait for her to get here!