After my Monday post on all of the things that have gone "wrong" this pregnancy, I've felt a bit guilty. I've been working to readjust my thinking that things have been different rather than wrong. Yes, it took us awhile to get pregnant, and to maintain a viable pregnancy, but to our knowledge, there is nothing wrong with this pregnancy. Our sweet little girl is happy and healthy and growing inside and will hopefully (much to her Aunt Ali's dismay) stay there for another month.
As silly as it seems, I realized today that I've moved past the worrying phase of my pregnancy. It's all finally starting to sink in that in no more than 9 weeks (docs won't let me go past a week overdue) we will have a baby in our house. Daniel and I will be responsible for a life other than our own. While this is scary for me, I am terribly excited. She's all that I can think about these days. I wonder now how much hair she'll have when she's born. Between my heartburn and the amount of hair Danny and I were both born with I'm thinking she'll have to visit Aunt Christina for a haircut fairly early in life. I hope she gets my curls and Danny's carefree spirit. I have so many hopes and dreams for her that I cannot wait to meet this little one and to help her grow. To learn about her is what I'm looking most forward to.
Like I said, I'm excited and I'm terrified. I've been around babies and newborns and if others can do it, so can we. I'm also overwhelmed (in a good way) by the amount of support we have from our family and friends. Already, people are offering to babysit. I have a feeling some of them will be coming up with excuses for us to leave her with them.
I know this post is a bit rambling but today, I am so very thankful. I'm thankful I've been trusted with the task of bringing up this little girl....even if she does like to kick my ribs.
