Week 39

There’s something about having a spring baby that just seems right. Spring is full of so much hope. Granted, in Alaska it's the ugliest time of the year. There’s still snow on the ground but not the white fluffy kind. It’s the hard crusty stuff that, as it melts, reveals all the layers of dirt and sand hiding underneath. Any road that is unpaved is turned into a pot-holed muddy mess and cars are covered in dust. But regardless of all the brown it is still such a happy time of year. After a long dark winter the return of the sun is enough to make anyone smile. The temperatures slowly rise and the ground gradually reappears. All this brings the hope of new life. Soon little buds will form on the trees and green grass will start popping up. Flowers will bloom and we will get to experience another kind of natural beauty that God has created for our delight.

That is why it seems so perfect to be having our first baby this time of year. I’m filled with the hope and anticipation of new life and a new chapter in our story. This baby will be born soon and as he grows and blossoms we are going to experience some of the most profound joy that life has to offer. And when he grows strong enough and the hiking trails have melted and sprouted green I’m going to share with him one of my favorite parts of Alaska. I can’t wait. I’ve pictured taking him hiking, camping and walking on the beach more times than I can count. My hope is that he loves the outdoors as much as his father and I do. I hope that in these woods he will discover all sorts of things. I hope he discovers new aspects of who God is. I hope he discovers what it means to reap the rewards of hard work. To form friendships and strengthen family bonds. To breath fresh air and to stop and smell the roses (er…um, fireweed).

The anticipation is killing me. I can’t wait to hold my baby boy in my arms. I can’t wait to see his father hold him. I can’t wait to introduce him to everyone and to see the love they too have for him. 

Here's to hoping this will be my last pregnancy post!

Happy Spring everyone!!!

-K

Week 38

When I pulled up this picture to edit it I was surprised that I don't look bigger. I feel huge. Whale is kind of what comes to mind.  Especially as I struggle to flop from one side to the other during the night. I've reached a point where comfortable is no longer in my vocabulary and I really am not sure how much more my body can take.

But regardless of how I may feel chances are this baby is going to bake for a couple more weeks, maybe more (praying that's not the case.) But I guess the longer he stays in there the stronger he will be. So bake on little buddy. I guess it's just more opportunity for me to lay around and rest.

I continue to have braxton hicks contractions all throughout the day. And they're getting stronger. Gearing up for the real deal.

Our baby boy still moves constantly but his movements are much smaller and less energetic. A sign that he's probably feeling as squished as I am feeling stretched.

I think my nesting stage has mostly passed. I've lost my motivation to deep clean and organize. Which means that there are going to be a few things left undone. But I'm okay with that. I have a feeling it's going to seem less significant once he's here.

Only a few more days until grandparents begin arriving. Starting with my mom. I'm so excited. It will make it feel like something is happening beyond just waiting.

I'm going to call it good for now and go rest. Happy Sunday!

-K