22 Days and Counting

So I have 22 days until I go into the hospital. I am scheduled to go in on Monday, November 24th at 5pm. Mackenzie keeps counting down the days every morning when she wakes up. I don't know if it's going to make the time drag by or pass by quickly. I cannot believe that as of tomorrow it's only 3 weeks away. I can't believe that this little girl who has been living in my belly and using my bladder as a trampoline will make her entrance to the world in a few short weeks. I will finally be able to hold her and kiss her. Talk to her and show her how much she is loved. I'll even give her a pass on the trampoline and bladder part.

It is so amazing to me the entire pregnancy process. I do not understand how some women can be so detached from the babies growing inside of them. I feel her move and feel that she is apart of me. I touch my stomach and can feel her moving in response. Jackson will sit and talk to her at night and rub my belly at the same time and she responds to him by moving around. How in the world can a woman not enjoy every moment of this? Well enjoy the bonding part. Now the morning sickness, growing belly, heartburn, etc. I can totally understand not enjoying, but the rest. It's just so amazing to me.

I was taking a shower today and was very pleased that I had only one interruption. Then it dawned on me that in a few weeks I'll have constant interruptions. I'll have to bring little Avery in the bathroom with me in the Papasan chair and lock the bathroom door. That's probably the safest route for her. No telling what little hands might do when left alone with a baby.