Lord, grant me patience...

I wish I could say that I am a patient person. Sadly, that's not one of the gifts that God has granted me. I know I need to be patient and that this Friday will be here before I know it...but knowing and doing are two separate things. I woke up this morning with the worst stiff neck that I've had in a long time. I have officially moved from counting days to counting hours. I find myself looking at the clock far more often than I should. A watched pot never boils, right? I have the common sense to not want Liam to get here sooner, I just want it to be Friday already. Just to look my baby in the eyes and hold him in my arms...such bliss. I always knew I wanted to be a Mommy, but I never realized how much until my kids were actually here...

Ninety-eight and a half hours to go...just in case anyone was wondering...

just because the timer has popped doesn't mean the turkey is done...

Oh the frustration. We went in to the hospital this morning for an amniocentesis to check Liam's lung maturity. We were all set for having the c-section today but the results of the first test came back as "transitional" which means neither yes nor no. We waited ever so impatiently for another forty minutes for the results of the second test only to find out that Liam just isn't quite ready to leave the comfort of the womb. We're back on for the original plan with the c-section scheduled for this Friday, September 4th. It was positively heartbreaking thinking that I was going to be holding my baby this afternoon and instead be told that he's not quite ready. Many prayers that Liam will be a patient little boy and wait until his scheduled arrival on Friday since we now know that his lungs are not quite ready. I've been contracting semi-regularly for the last week and a half and he dropped this past Monday. He's definitely thinking about coming out and I was more than ready to let him until we found out today that he isn't really ready yet. Hopefully he'll have the sense to stay in until Friday. Needless to say I'll be sitting on my tush for the next five days as much as my guys will let me.

My sweet silly little boy being himself. I guess goofiness and a love of laughter are hereditary...thank God!

oh the enthusiasm...

heaven help us...jen's a blogger...

At least it's not the Brooklyn Bridge, right? It seems like the rest of the world has a blog so I jumped on the blogging bandwagon and here I am typing my first post. It will be interesting to see if I'm able to even keep one up since I'll have another little human relying on me here shortly. Here's to hoping I have nothing more interesting to post than cute pictures and crazy poop stories...