I'm at the point where I can hardly see my 2 year old when she stands underneath my belly.
I'm at the point where I sometimes gasp when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and can't help but snap a picture just to document what my body looked like.
Even having been full-term two times before I still marvel at how on earth this is physically possible.
It is all so very remarkable.
It is also so very ordinary.
That is part of what I love about pregnancy, childbirth, and welcoming a new life...it is so remarkable, and so ordinary, at the same time.
All of humanity came into the world this way. Babies are born every minute of every day. Ordinary. Yet, at the same time, it is the most amazing and miraculous thing in the world. It is an experience beyond words and beyond comprehension. Remarkable. I can't wait to personally feel that beyond-words-feeling again soon when I lock eyes with this baby girl. I CAN'T WAIT.
Today my amazing husband and his wonderful parents have the kids all day so I can be home alone and rest and retreat. Not only can I really use a quiet day alone (perhaps my last for the next 10 years????), but I am fighting a little cold courtesy of my children and need the day to recover so I can lose this cough and regain my voice before I have to birth this baby.
When Chris pulled away with the girls today he explicitly told me that he will be totally unimpressed with anything I get done today. He wants to hear that I took two naps and watched a movie. Oh how I love that man! I do not plan to disappoint him.
