I woke up last night with a few more contractions. I guess Davis must realize something is going on.
I am beyond nervous and emotional and scared - but all of that is wrapped up in a strange peace. My verses of strength lately are so apt:
Psalm 121 I look up to the mountains - does my help come from there? My help comes from the Lord, who made the heavens and the earth! He will not let you stumble and fall; the one who watches over you will not sleep.
I realize the 'sleep' commentary will apply more and more to my situation and almost (almost) laugh when I'm up at 2:00 ...and 3:00...and 4:00 a.m. and the verse pops into my head. Must get used to this.
I am so excited for that moment when I will hold Davis and see his beautiful f
ace, hands, feet and I will watch Jon melt and I know I will cry and turn into a blubbery mess. I do this - and it is NOT pretty. Poor Jon can attest. I've been blubbery often lately.
Speaking of blubbery - Sarah and I laughed hard while we took this picture last week:
