Hours and hours of routine "Eat, Awake, Sleep" vs. hours and hours to get projects done.

Thinking an hour ahead & stocking the diaper bag with PLENTY of supplies vs. leaving the house on a whim.

Reminding myself exactly what I was doing a few times vs. picking up wherever I left off.

Taking the shortest routes possible vs. driving the scenic roads.

Pulling supper from the freezer or fridge vs. spending all day making a gourmet supper for me & my Love.

Sleeping in because I've been up & down all night vs. sleeping in because I have nothing pressing to do.

Packing as much into every errands run as I can vs. knowing I can go again in an hour if I want.

Thinking twice before making that dash into traffic vs. thinking "I can make it."

Answering with "He's doing great! He weighs 16 lbs. already!" vs. "I'm doing great!"

Having to make room for baby in bed at 2 a.m. vs. snuggling with my Love all night long.

Planning ahead for the unexpected vs. letting the unexpected do its job.

Crying out to God because I need Him vs. because I want something from Him.

Loving more than I could have ever imagined vs. wondering how children will change my world.

Motherhood... I wouldn't trade it for anything.

Finally... he's here!

Amadeus James Overholt (pronounced uh-mad'-ee-us)

9 lb. 10 oz.  22 1/2" long

August 2nd, 2009  6:13 am

Only two and a half more weeks of being pregnant. Maybe. (Unless Thumper decides to come sooner, or later, whichever the case may be.) I feel like a bud ready to pop with a blossom. As my precious baby enlarges every week, so do I.

The pressure gets a little overwhelming at times, in this Florida heat. Shoes don't fit anymore. It's a process putting on & taking off my dresses. When I dish out my food at a meal, I can barely get it all down. Getting in & out of my car, or my chair, or my bed takes a little time. But then I think...

I shall never carry this child within me again. This is a season. It has come... to pass. All the discomforts of last-term pregnancy shall be forgotten, and  replaced with the wonder of holding my child in my arms. I will hear it's cry. I will see it's smile. I will be the one to nourish and protect it. Nights of sleep will be interrupted. Day's duties will be put on the back burner, as I tend  to my child. The joys of motherhood will outweigh all the bumps of pregnancy. Soon. Someday soon...