Patiently Waiting...

I just typed up a full page of feminist musings. About how unfair it is to have to save up for a self-funded "maternity leave," and how compromising it is to train somebody to do your job, when you know you need the financial security more than ever. But I highlighted that blogpost, and pressed delete.

Nothing else seems to matter quite as much as the excitement and anticipation I feel about meeting our daughter and kissing her cheeks. I CANNOT WAIT TO HOLD HER! And dress her! And kiss her all over! And stare at her! And think about where she's come from while memorizing her every facial detail! I can't wait to know what color her hair is, what color her eyes are, what her SMILE looks like, and if she has a dimple?!?! I can't wait to see if she looks like me or George, or a mix of us both! I am so excited to love on our DAUGHTER! ANY DAY NOW!

Seems like YESTERDAY that I saw those two pink lines. And now, the days are crawling by at the slowest pace yet. She can't get here soon enough!!!!

She could come tomorrow and be considered "full term." What a blessing. The end of pregnancy is in sight, and the beginning of a new chapter is about to begin.

Her carseat is assembled and ready to go. It clicks in the stroller, also assembled and ready! Thanks, Papa G. He's been such a great daddy already!

I donned my birthing gown today after work and have decided I'll be living in this for the next couple months. Unbelievable comfort, and nothing else fits anymore anyway. I can't believe I thought I was showing at 12-16 weeks. When I see other bump pics on social media sites, I chuckle to myself. Of course when you start off very petite, the tiniest fat pad on your lower abdomen FEELS like you're "showing." But when you have a globe on your frontside, you REALLY start to feel like Mother Earth! Round, full of life, and ultra feminine. 

Four drawers filled with clothes. I adore her outfits so far! Equal Rights, Texas Rangers, OU, Grateful Dead, Democrat Donkey....and tons of pink and bling. Thanks to hand-me-downs (mainly from Crystal, one of my favorite all-time co-workers) and generous gifts from friends and family, we are set on clothes!!!!!

The cutest little shoes. She also has some jellies, and black patent leather Mary Janes. 

In my old high school bedroom. My vanity is now a changing table! And her bassinet is beside my old bed. Everything feels nostalgic and new, simultaneously. 

We moved out of our rent house, and moved in with my parents. We were supposed to close on a house on March 27th, but it was a short sale, and fell through. Our lease ended at the end of the month, and while it was disappointing initially, I must say, I feel a huge relief living with my family. I'm surrounded by constant support. 

I wasn't as emotional as I was expecting, moving out of this house. Maybe it was because I was just ready to feel more relaxed (I HATE transitions!), or maybe it was because I didn't do much of the moving. I'm very grateful to George's parents for helping him so much. He gradually moved throughout the week, but they showed up that last weekend and did WORK on that house. Meanwhile, I finally got to indulge in the "nesting" phase, while I unpacked our clothes, toiletries, and countless baby shower gifts into my old high school bedroom and bathroom. 

We are ready to meet you and show you the world, Sweet Lil Sprout! Come on OUT!!!!!