One Day.

I've been walking all week. Walking like it's my job. The weather is stunning, the kids love to be strolled, and hey. I'm gonna walk this baby right out.

Y'all are gonna think I'm banana cray cray but listen. Both of my older kids were born on the same moon phase, and tomorrow is that moon phase this month. I'm a little skeptical, but anxious, too. I've guessed October 3rd since the beginning. It's fun to play superstition. And to make predictions.

But really. I have no idea when this baby will come. So when you ask, I'm not sure what to say. One day.

I do know that last week I was pleading with God to send me into labor because I was so miserable and sleep deprived. And this week I've slept all night and feel like I'm in my second trimester ((Almost. Kind of.)) I feel much better than last week, anyway. So what do I know. I know that He's got this. He knows when the exact perfect timing is. And that it will be. One day. Soon.

I know that I'm soaking up the sun, squeezing my babies a little tighter and working on being better at giving everyone around here a little more grace. I'm practicing.

I'm not supermom and I'm not in denial... Three 3 and under will be tough. But yo. I am tough. I'm just gonna need a little grace myself.

Our chain link countdown is pathetic.
Our bags are packed.
Our smiles are huge.
Our hearts are joyful.

Until Next Time,
The Guff