Eight days left until our due date! I’m absolutely amazed that I have been pregnant for almost 10 months. When I think about how the time has passed, I just think about how it seems now how every week took so long, but now the whole pregnancy seems so short.

It was 35 weeks ago today that I took the first pregnancy test and saw the plus sign. Then I took another…and another, this time a digital one that actually said the word “pregnant.”

It was 30 weeks ago when we saw her tiny heart fluttering in a dating ultrasound at the OB office. It was the most beautiful little flicker I had ever seen. She was nine weeks, exactly as I knew she was because I knew exactly when we conceived because we were tracking. The doctors didn’t expect me to be so far along. They didn’t think I could have conceived so quickly after having two miscarriages in the previous four months. I will never know why the Lord decided to take those angel babies home when he did. I am thankful for every life he has given us and thankful for the opportunity to meet this little girl on this side of heaven.

It was 26 weeks ago that we finished the first trimester, breathed a huge sigh of relief, and we started telling our families the news and share in everyone’s excitement with us. We figured out that we get to make one of my sisters an aunt for the first time.

It was 19 weeks ago that we went back to the ultrasound office to see her again and of course, find out that she was a girl. And 15 weeks ago when she started kicking me. A lot. I loved (and still do) to feel it every time she moves. I have never complained about getting a foot in the ribs or getting kept up at night when she wiggles. Every movement let me know she was growing and healthy.

It was one week ago the doctors told me that my blood pressure was creeping a little too high and I would need to be on bedrest until she comes. I was disappointed at first – after all, this whole pregnancy has been uneventful. But bedrest has not been bad so far. The swelling has disappeared from my ankles and my feet actually look like feet again. I am able to get work done from the couch during the day. Best of all, my sweet, sweet man has been pampering me at night with delicious meals and taking care of domestic duties.

And hopefully, one week from now, I will be going into labor, naturally, when this little girl is finished baking. It’s still hard to believe that we will finally get to see her face…after all these weeks.