s p r i n g

i am sitting in our bedroom writing this with all the windows open and the warm sun beating down on me. pizza is laying out on the balcony soaking up all the sun. i have my shirt pulled up so baby girl can feel the warmth too. i am hoping that tells her the time for us to meet is close. we are two and a half weeks away from being 40 weeks and i am so ready to meet her. 

monday i woke up and was sleeping almost completely on my stomach. i immediately was confused how my body allowed me to do that and also why i hadn't woken up the second i rolled over. i got up from bed and ate breakfast. a few hours passed and i hadn't felt her move. i suddenly got an overwhelming feeling that told me i needed to do something. i tried pushing on her, doing squats, walking around--anything to feel her move. but, nothing. cameron was at work, so i called our friend brett to take me to the hospital. after arriving i was hooked up to some monitors. the second i heard her heartbeat on the monitor i was immediately relived. it was such a comforting sound. i was asked to stay on the monitors for an hour and to see if she would start moving. brett left to work, so i was alone in a huge hospital room with her heartbeat playing on the speakers. i prayed to god that everything would be okay and if it was to show me. that very second she kicked. it had been about a half hour or so-- it was about 2:30 pm. it was my first time feeling her since i had gone to sleep the night before. i was so relieved and began thanking god for the continuous blessings her pours over our family. i laid in that hospital bed, in the hospital i will give birth to our girl and i felt so close to her. i will see her face in that same building soon. each little movement she makes now feels like a blessing and a reminder to me that god is almighty and always listening to my cries for help. pregnancy is hard, there is no doubt about that, but i have learned it can be enjoyed and accepted. i try to not complain about the pain or being uncomfortable because i am blessed to have a body that can conceive a child, grow a child and soon birth a child. we are blessed to have the ability to create a family.

side note: baby has been moving normal since that day and there are no worries.

I have the worst case of pregnancy brain today.

I went to fight a parking ticket I got yesterday because I entered the wrong parking space number.
Found out I went to the wrong building. Went to the correct building and got lost inside.
(Miracle #1: they dismissed my ticket)

Decided to go to the library and paid for parking, making sure to enter the right space number.
Got inside, lost track of time, realized my time expired one minute ago and ran to the car to put in more time. Yes, imagine: a pregnant woman running in a library. That breaks a lot of rules.
(Miracle #2: I didn't fall flat on my face in the middle of the road.)

Back inside the library, I get my books from the man at the front desk that I practically threw at him screaming, "I'll be back, don't put them away, my paarrrkkinnnggg..". Checked out. Left the library.
(Miracle #3: I didn't have millions of dollars in late fees.)

So, now I am a few blocks away driving and realize- my water bottle. I left my water bottle in the library on a shelf. I normally wouldn't have cared but I just bought this fancy water bottle for like ten bucks and I wasn't going to leave it. So back to the library I go. With the few coins I have left I am only able to muster up enough for 5 minutes of parking. Find my beloved water bottle on the shelf just where I left it.
(Miracle #4: A bum wasn't sitting there drinking from it.)

Make it out to my car with no time to spare before my meter runs out. Decide I will go to the bank. I'm driving forever and realize I completely passed the bank and I am blocks away with no easy way to turn around. Forget it. Time to go home.
(Miracle #5: I made it home.)

And also, in case you were wondering all I could think about while all of this was happening was:  french fries.