The last week

Hello and welcome to the very last week of my pregnancy.  Can you even believe it?!

Last week, I wasn't sure I could make it.  For some reason, getting out of bed was suddenly a chore, and I was severely swollen.  Getting up and getting dressed and going to work every day was exhausting.  I had to wear flip flops because my feet wouldn't fit in shoes anymore.  My back ached every day.  I wanted to wave the white flag and give up.

By Saturday, I couldn't push myself any further.  I basically sat in a recliner at my parents' house for eight hours.  When Silas needed something, I'd make a move to go do it, and my mom would intervene.  

That must have been exactly what I needed.

When I woke up Sunday morning, my feet could once again fit inside shoes.  I didn't want to cry when I rolled out of bed.  I made us breakfast and opened the doors and windows to let the sunlight in.  Silas had one of those days where he wanted to play independently.  It was as close to normal as I think a girl could feel at 38.5 weeks pregnant.

So, while all the people I know watched my beloved Cowboys choke, I cranked up the iPod and cleaned.  Sometimes I had to take breaks to "dance, mommy!" or make meals and feed us or catch up on The Vampire Diaries.  

But now there's nothing left to clean.  There is no laundry left to wash.  Our bags are all packed.  The car seat is installed.

There's nothing left to do but meet my tiny son and adjust to our new life with him.  At the end of this week, we'll go to the hospital, and when we leave, we'll be a family of three.  

If you get a moment this week, please pray for the delivery to go smoothly and for Gavin to be perfect and for Silas to adjust quickly and easily.

Four more days!