Dear Blog

Dear Blog,

So sorry for neglecting you. I think of you often. I hope to rendezvous again soon, and frequently.

All my love,
Author

Happy

Caleb's birth story (and lots more) is coming this week, but for now, I have to share my sweet boy's contagious little smile:





















I can't believe how much I love this little boy!

Resurfacing

No, I am not 47 weeks pregnant. I just haven't blogged in 7 weeks. Here's why:
















Every night I look back on the day and wonder how it went by so fast. It's the best kind of busy I've ever been though. I'll be setting aside some time soon to write about the experience that brought our son into the world. And an experience it was!

Just Another Day

After months of waiting, March 20th - the date that's been engrained in our heads since our first ultrasound in July - has come. And gone. It's funny how significant the date was leading up to it, but once we got to it and knew that that particular number, 3/20/2010, held no magical labor-inducing qualities, it was just another day. Today finds me officially "past due" but I don't really have any qualms about it. I'm almost always uncomfortable, it's increasingly difficult to sleep at night and I struggle with being patient. However, it's important to both Jonathan and I that Baby Boy comes on his own. We really don't want an induction and are willing to wait longer than we'd like in order to avoid that.

In the meantime, we're relaxing together and enjoying our last little bit of time as just us. We go on walks, out on dates once or twice a week, and watch movies snuggled up on the couch. We talk about how we think labor might go, how we'll spend the three weeks of leave he's taking from work and what we think life will be like with our son. We're both so anxious to meet him but also very much at peace with waiting on his arrival. He's not even here yet, but somehow he's already teaching us about selfless love.

Prepared

Baby showers.... check.
Birthing classes.... check.
Set up nursery.... check.
Wash baby clothes/bedding/blankets.... check.
Choose a name.... check.
Pack bags.... check.
Clean house.... check. And check. And check. And check... etc.

There are many more preparations we've made in addition to this list. In short, we are totally and completely ready for this little boy to make his entrance. Apparently he is not quite there yet. That's ok... just as long as he gets there fast! Today marks t-minus 4 days until the due date. I've reminded him frequently of this date. If he refuses to cooperate, he will be served an official eviction notice. It's been my absolute privilege to carry him the last (nearly) 40 weeks, but at this point I would much rather have him in my arms than my uterus!

Little Man's Room

My Olympic Events

In honor of the 2010 Olympics, I've decided to list the events in which I'd like to compete:

*Knuckle cracking
*Full-body-joint cracking (equivalent of skiing Super-G)
*Number of freckles per one arm
*Feline conversation (Tigerlily totally knows what I'm saying to her.)
*Starting out at the back of a pack of cars, and ending up out front (timed event)
*Parallel parking
*Height of heels able to walk in (ineligible until post-March 2010)
*Distance spitting (my daddy taught me well!)
*Marathon shopping
*Knowledge of Friends episodes