Seven weeks just does not seem like a long time to me. Especially when I consider the fact that after seven weeks, we’ll have a baby living in this house. Amazing. Really. I’m feeling slightly more prepared however. The nursery is almost finished and we’ve got the carseat and pack and play–so we have a way to bring the baby home and a place for her to sleep. 
Little Ashtyn is so active these days. I was sitting in a meeting this morning, watching the presentation being given–but Ashtyn was trying to get my attention. I kept wanting to laugh out loud as my stomach was moving around. Jeff and I both find this whole process fascinating. He keeps telling me there’s a baby inside me–as though I’m forgetting or something. 
Tomorrow we go to the hospital and tour the OB unit, so we’ll know where to go when it’s time. That whole “when it’s time” part is still a bit sketchy (and terrifying) to me. I figure it’s coming no matter what, so I try not to worry. Feeling more prepared definitely helps with the anxiety. And I love the fact that people just seem to be really nice to pregnant women. It’s been a good experience. So . . . seven weeks and counting down until the adventure begins. I’ll keep you posted.
