Our little one is due to enter the world in exactly one week. Despite gaining about 35 lbs and feeling something move around inside of me, I really do not feel pregnant. I cannot grasp the idea that in no more than 3 weeks I will be holding a precious little baby in my arms. It's fantastic. It's amazing. It's mostly unreal.
I know that genetically this baby belongs to Kyle and I. That we made it. I do not feel like that. I feel like I've just been blessed to bring someone into the world that was thought up in eternity. Someone created for eternity, for Someone who has loved and will continue to love for eternity. And though my body has essentially built this child, I feel like I've had less to do with it than I do when I tailor something. I know how to tailor a coat. In fact, given the right resources I could make you a coat all the way from the primary source. And when I was done with it, it would be void and without life (but not without form ;) ). I cannot tell you how I made this baby. Even if I were an expert on the matter of baby formation, there would still be things that I could not explain. Like amniotic fluid - nobody even knows where that stuff comes from.
I feel blessed. So many people have helped to make this baby possible, from words of encouragement to such generosity that I cannot even understand it. These things may not have directly "made" the baby possible, but have been a tremendous blessing and have really driven home the idea that God is always going to take care of us. All of this creates inexpressible joy, and I pray that I will remember this even in the worst of times.
. . . like, when I'm trying to push a baby out. :/ Until then, everything is ready waiting. The nursery is completed. The car seat is installed. The birthing pool is in the car. I even tried to set up my first appointment at the pediatricians today - they said I had to have a baby first. Go figure.
The closet. Complete with dresser/changing table, the pony that hung in Kyle's room when he was a baby, and a nice supply of diaper bags. . .
. . . and a cork wall with notes from friends and family.
Rocking chair and toy chest that Grandma Jackie refinished for us.
Crib with stuffed animals from friends and a cross-stitched blanket from Great Grandma LaVon.
Lots of great books that I cannot wait to read through over and over again.
Book that we wrote for the baby. I'm really excited about this one. Hopefully it will be a favorite.
Kyle thinks that this page is going to embarrass the baby. I say "bring it on!"
If you want to read the rest of the book, you'll just have to come visit us.
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