Last Post...

Well this is it...My 35th and last post...Before Colten comes anyway. I can't believe it's here and it's time for me to bring this little boy into the world. I'm glad this post is number 35. For one, my slight OCDness likes that it's a round number, not 34 or 37. And number two, it means that for the most part, I've blogged once a week throughout my pregnancy, which is waaaay more than I ever thought I would do!

Anyway, today is the day, and YES it is 5:19 in the morning. I'm not up at 5:19 by choice, actually I've been up since 4:00, I just don't think it's appropriate to get out of bed at that time of night. It doesn't become morning until 5, so I waited until then to get up. I couldn't fall asleep last night and I was up every hour, so as much as everyone told me to get a lot of sleep, my body wasn't listening. Anyway, now that it's 5:20, I've started a load of laundry and started the dishwasher. I'll go in a few minutes to take a shower and prepare for one of the biggest, most life changing days of my life. To be perfectly honest, I'm scared to death.

I know when Chase and I got married, it was a big day. But, I also knew what to expect. As much as I didn't want it to be true, I knew to expect that there would be a lot of stress, that Chase would probably be a little late, but that overall everything would be perfect and at the end of the day, I would be married to the love of my life. Before today, that was my biggest day. But today is BIG! Today is bigger than our wedding day because I don't know what to expect and I hate surprises.

I've been contemplating in my mind if a c-section would have been a better option, but I know I've always not wanted a c-section. Now that it's here though it just sounds so much easier. Having a vaginal delivery, I'm scared of the pain, pushing, and everything in between. My nerves are in overdrive, to the point of nauseousness. I feel like I'm first pregnant again and could go heave in the toilet. Enough about puking though...Keep it down Katie!

It's hard to believe or fathom that by the end of the day (hopefully), I'll have my own baby boy. Which brings on a whole other set of nerves. We are responsible for raising him, training him, teaching him, loving him, and everything else. That's scary if you think about it. We are responsible for him...Have you met us? :)

Well, as much as I'm scared and nervous, I'm excited and anxious to meet him. This pregnancy has flown by and it seems like only yesterday we got two positive tests, made shirts for the dogs to tell my family, Chase held my hair as I threw up multiple times, saw a tiny "gummy bear" on the ultrasound, saw a not so tiny penis on the ultrasound, felt the first flutter, Chase felt him kick, got a belly as big as Texas (okay, maybe Arkansas), and now we're here.

Thank you God for this miracle.