39 Weeks

Friday marked 39 weeks. May 1 is this week, the due date is upon us! I realize it can be any day now but I have been telling myself to hold tight, there is a good chance this little one will want to show up late. I am excited to meet this little one that has been enjoying my abdomen as home for so long now. I will also be grateful for fully expandable lungs. It's hard to wrap your mind and heart around the transition that is about to happen. So many changes, so much to learn, and yet so exciting (and scary)!

39.2 weeks

This weekend has been cooler and rainy. We need this kind of weather more often. It's just been so warm and dry for months now. April has proven more wintery than February. I had to break out tights, boots, and scarves for church this morning again. I wish it would stay cooler, my maternity wardrobe is quite limited and is mostly geared towards cool days.

Friday was my last pre-baby shift at work. Granted, we haven't worked out all the post-baby work stuff yet. We'll see how that plays out. But as for now, I am on leave. I have to say that I am glad to have a break but I also felt a little sad. I enjoy most of nursing, it can be quite rewarding. Also, I enjoy having some sort of useful skill to society, even if it's not the most extreme nursing job. I think I always want to be doing a little bit of nursing work as long as I can still make family and child raising a priority.

she is our only baby right now, but that is about to change.

We got a few things finished around the house this weekend. We did our usual things as well, like a long walk for Ingrid, laundry, and a slow Saturday morning. Saturday afternoon we went to Les Madeleines, a bakery and cafe sort of place. We enjoyed some special coffees and baked goods.

of course a food picture. city hall in view.

We sat outside and chatted. The weather is identical to the weather most of our time in Germany and Austria. The city hall in downtown SLC seemed very European at the moment. While sipping on a nice (decaf) latte, we reminiscenced over our trip. Everything about that moment but the busy road brought us back to that trip. We definitely desire to keep having adventures of all kinds. We also want to be very purposeful with our lives and where we currently live. There is a fine, delicate balance to that sort of life.  We don't ever want to squander time because we are so busy trying to find and do the next best thing. While we are open to all sorts of things but right now, maybe having a baby is just a fine thing to focus on.

38 weeks

38 Weeks.

Well, we made it to 38 weeks. Two weeks to the official due date but I won't be sad to have an April baby instead of May. It's been a good week with crazy weather. On Tuesday, we had a massive wind storm that blew dust and dirt all over the valley. It was about 75 degrees at lunch time. Then later it started raining, essentially mud falling from the sky. By dinner time it was snowing. Wednesday it snowed all day long. I assume our biggest snow storm for the season, a very pathetic winter. Now it's all melted again and we will be back in the high 60s this weekend.  But enough about the weather.

So, yeah, 38 weeks! At the beginning, this time seemed forever away.  But here we are! We installed the base of the car seat last weekend in my car. We also cleaned out vacuumed, and washed my car. This I do about twice a year. So baby will have a nicer car ride home. The nursery is basically finished even though baby will sleep in our room for some time while feedings are more frequent. Our last childbirth education class was this past Wednesday night, now we know EVERYTHING about babies and birthing babies. Not really, but it was helpful. My work and Davis' work have each provided a lunch celebration for baby Ware. Ingrid gets told regularly that she has to get ready to be the big fur sister soon. She doesn't get it but that is no surprise. I am sure their relationship will really take off when we come to the "drop the food on the floor/food in all the baby rolls" phase. It's started to sink in a little more of the beautiful, immense responsibility God has given us with this life. We really have no idea what will happen in our lives or in our child's life, but there is a peace that transcends my fears when I remember God is sovereign. We don't even know if we are having a boy or girl yet. There is still a ton of stuff on our registry I feel like we "need". I've never been a parent before. We've never had to the multitude of new tasks that come with being parents. There is just so much but God is present and will provide moment by moment all our needs. And I am really having to ask God to help me believe this is true.

We terrified but over joyed at all the things coming up with having a baby. I do know there will be times we are overwhelmed, doubtful, fearful, and despairing. I read the other day the best way to remember and lean on God's sovereignty is to be thankful in all things. I've been trying to lately catch myself in mid-grumble and try to give thanks instead. Also, we are totally open to all the free parenting advice available. :)

So, what do y'all think? Boy? Girl? Early? Late? Chunky? Lean? Let me know!