7 more weeks?!

I look at the countdown, and all I can think is...7 more weeks?! Really? Wow, does that sound like a long time. 7 more weeks for this belly to grow larger (is that even possible??), 7 more weeks for my stretch marks to get bigger (sure, they're small and few now, but will they still be a month from now?), and 7 more weeks for this little boy to get stronger (he already packs quite the punch!). As time goes by, it's getting more and more uncomfortable to walk, sit, stand up, sleep, dress, shave...oh let's be honest, everything is getting more uncomfortable!

I'm also getting more and more anxious to meet this little one who has already captured my heart. I want to know what he looks like, what his personality is like, which one of us he takes after the most. I long to hold him, play with him, dress him in all those adorable little clothes we have in his dresser. I know in my head there is still so much to do - two baby showers, finish the nursery, birthing classes, pack the hospital bag, etc. - but my heart just wants my baby boy here. Will and I have decided it would be perfect if he came a week early, but somehow I don't think the unborn pay much attention to their parents' timetables :)

I guess in the grand scheme of things, 7 weeks isn't that long to wait. Before we know it he'll be here. My goal is to treasure every kick, every somersault, every hiccup in the meantime. I want to cherish every moment before he's born and not waste the time Will and I have left as a family of two. Even though I am so impatient to have him here, I know it is more beneficial for him to stay put. And because of that I'll gladly put up with the temporary discomforts...a very small price to pay for the health & well-being of our precious son.