Single Digit Countdown

So thanks to my lovely desk calendar, today I am reminded that there are 10 days until my due date. Tomorrow we start the single digit countdown. 9 days! I am left wondering, how the heck did this happen?! How is this day here already. It seems like just yesterday that Wes was referring to this little girl as a "blastocyst" because after all at the very beginning that's what she was. Then she got the nickname, "feets" shortened name for fetus. And then he started calling her by her actual name, which shall remain unstated. :) Anyway, now we have 9 days until my due date. People keep asking me if I think I'll go late or early, if I'm ready, do I feel different, etc. Honestly, I don't know! I feel crazy some days. I think I feel contractions, but what do I know, I've never done this before! I definitely don't feel 9 months pregnant. Aside from the occasional back ache and pressure on my pelvis (TMI guys) I feel normal. We got a tour of the hospital last night and it is quite nice as far as hospitals go, but that didn't make me anymore less scared about labor, delivery, and the oh so daunting breastfeeding. It actually freaked me out a bit and I had a mini breakdown in the car on the way home, telling Wes I don't know if I can do all this. Lucky for me Wes was very good at comforting me as were the Cheetos and Key Lime Pie that followed. Ha! I really should not be worried about the omnious arrival of our little girl. Everything is ready for her and her room is quite perfect if I do say so in it's lovely shades of pink and green. As I got into bed last night I glanced over at the pack n play that is now in our bedroom all ready for her and I thought to myself, God is good. Not because he provided all the material things we wanted for her, because he definitely did. I remember at the beginning thinking we'll never get everything I want to have, want is the key word, not need, because all she really needs is love, food, and diaper changes! But we ended up getting almost everything on our registry and more. I have been blown away by the genorisity of our friends and family. But that is not why I was thankful to God, I was thankful because I know he is always there. I know he gave Wes the right words to say in the car last night and I know he blessed us with this little girl because he thinks we're ready to be the best parents we can be. I can't wait to see the little girl that our love created and see her Daddy look at her for the first time. Wow. What an amazing thing to think about.

God fixes things

So the other day I was having a conversation with Wes's cousin about faith. We were discussing how comforting it is to know you have faith in a time of hardship, like with the recent passing of her grandmother. We were also discussing how we feel bad for people who don't have faith. We got on the subject of Wes and she asked me, "How is Wes's faith?" To which I proudly responded, "Great!" We got into a short discussion about this and she said to me, "So you straightened him out, got him all fixed up?" I said ,"Yes!", but then I quickly corrected and said, "No, I didn't fix him, God did." It was then that I realized that God can do amazing things, if you just let him in. If you open up your heart, let yourself be vulnerable, develop a relationship with Him and pray, anything is possible. Sometimes it's hard to see through the turmoil and struggles of everyday life to realize that God is answering prayers everyday. Although His answers may not be what you want to hear, often times He is still answering and guiding you to what is right, afterall he knows best. Although I don't have all the answers, nor does Wes, we're still very new to this relationship with God thing, we have come a long way together since our relationship began. I see the progress that we have made together and it makes me feel so full inside. So today I am relishing in the fact that God fixed Wes, so to speak and that answer to prayer in itself is awesome.