Here is the honest truth...the closer we get to "D" day, the more terrified I get.
If I were to list everything that I have worried about today...even in the last hour...someone would haul me off to the asylum.
The bottom line is that we need this baby girl. We need her to get here safely, to be healthy...to be ours. Love and need this great is the scariest thing in the world.
If I've learned anything this year, it is that I am not in control. I am doing everything I can possibly do to make sure that this baby arrives safe and sound, including annoying the living daylights out of my doctors (I am sure they all have little advent-like calendars, counting down to the day they have seen and heard the last of me!). But at the end of the day, I can't control what happens next.
So somewhere in the midst of my fear, I have to let go...the only thing I can hold on to at this point is faith, and let me tell you, I am clinging for dear life.