The other night Jess and I were at my parents house (where we picked up the cradle that I slept in when I was a baby). As we were leaving, I ended a reply to a comment my dad made with “Ya well in 3 months this kid will be 2 weeks old” Laughed and went out the door.

As Jess and I drove home, approaching Willow Creek Park, the words I said to my dad just echoed in my head. “In 3 months this kid will be 2 weeks old”. YIKES! Where did the time go? It seems like this pregnancy has taken an forever to get to this point, but I only have 10 more weeks, 5 more paychecks, 4 more classes…

Just a few weeks ago, it felt like I had an eternity ahead of me, and now, in my last trimester, this baby is litterally knocking at my door. Each Braxton Hicks contraction, each kick, each punch, is one step, one second closer to her arrival. The reality of it all is finally sinking in.