Two years. Two babies.

Well, I've lived in a peaceful state of denial for the past 39 weeks. All that is about to change.
**Curious if/when baby #2 will make an appearance? Keep reading.**

At Christmas, when we announced I was pregnant to our family I knew the following things had to happen before baby came.

My sister had to have a baby.

Two weeks later...
My brother had to get married.

Two weeks after that....
My daughter would turn two.

One week after that....
My due date would be here.

Here's what has actually happened:

I had the world's fastest pregnancy until my sister got close to her due date. My pregnancy seemed to come to a screeeeeching halt waiting for her to arrive at her due date. Everyone said it would be horrible to have to wait an additional 6 weeks after she delivered for my baby. WRONG. I've actually been grateful to get 6+ weeks to enjoy loving on him before our little one arrives!

My sister delivered a week early. Her little boy is absolutely, deliciously perfect. He is my first nephew, and absolutely wonderful. I'm completely enamored. I'm doing my best to stay on the favorite list with him.

My baby and my favorite nephew are already friends. They spend LOTS of time together :)

Right after he was born I thought I had plenty of time until baby day.

WRONG.

This pregnancy went into overdrive!

It was a BLINK, and my brother got married to my new, beautiful, kind, sister-in-law. I'm working on the favorite list with her, too. Here are their engagement pictures, and her bridal pictures. Feel free to begin stalking their photographer, Chriselda. She's pretty awesome.

That left three LONG weeks until baby day. WRONG. Long is a joke.

I finally got to work finishing up our nursery. My kids will be sharing a room. I'm nervous. I'm glad I finally got to work on it, though!

I took a breath, and my sweet daughter turned two. She is spectacular. She is brilliant. She is beyond well behaved. She is funny and engaging. She learns something new every day. She has the most loving soul EVER, and cares so much for her new baby cousin; I know she is going to be a fabulous sister. She is too good to be true, honestly. I cannot imagine how I will love another person the way I love her. I know I will, but my mind cannot wrap around it.

Apparently, the girl LOVES "happy birthday cake". 

Ice cream sammiches on the other hand...not so much.

The week of her birthday she got to meet multiple different baby animals. This little lover was in HEAVEN!

Here we are, less than a week away.

I have argued with strangers, disagreed with my mother, and worked to convince women in my church that I will carry this baby to, and actually past my due date. "I bet you're ready to have that baby," is by FAR my least favorite phrase. "You must not know me," is my typical response. My babies are comfortable. My babies LIKE to stay inside where its warm and cozy. My babies are not in a hurry, and I am not either. I don't get miserable. I don't swell. I don't beg my doctor to induce me. Actually, we learned with my first that inductions with my comfy babies are a joke! Haha.

Because of my previous c-section, and standard practice with any American doctor, we won't get to wait for this baby to make an appearance on their own terms. I insisted on 40 weeks to attempt labor naturally. I'll get 40+3. I'm content. So, unless something spectacularly crazy happens in the next few days we will be meeting baby number 2 on August 28th. God is so good.

I'm excited to find out if we're having a boy or a girl. I'm excited to learn this baby's little personality. I'm excited to snuggle with, and lose sleep because of, and dress up, and hang out with this baby. I am excited to learn what it will be like to just be a family of four.

I'm still in a tad bit of denial it is really this close.

My instagram will probably get the first pictures. Facebook will probably get some soon after that.

This blog barely gets any time now, I don't have crazy high expectations of updating this bad boy very quickly.