38 weeks.

I'm not sure I really have words for the feelings that have been washing over me the last few days. While I'm so ready to meet this little girl face-to-face, I am quite a bit terrified to be a mom of two. The past few days, Si has been skipping his nap, and it's left me feeling exhausted (even more than usual) and low on patience. I can only imagine what these kinds of days will look like when I have a toddler bouncing off the walls, bags under my eyes, and a tiny newborn to care for as well. So, I'm doing my best to soak up the quiet times I have left (even if it means stuffing my head under a pillow while Si chatters in his room), and praying my way through the days. 

I think that the next few months will be filled with lessons on how I can't rely on my own strength, but instead, on God's strength through me. Those kinds of lessons scare me. Because they are hard learned, and often come only after many tears for me. 

So, besides being a little terrified and a little exhausted, we are pretty ready for the arrival of miss Delia Bea. Ready to kiss those sweet toes, hold her tiny hands and introduce her to her big brother. 

Her drawers are stocked with the frilliest, sweetest little clothes imaginable. 

The guest bedroom is made up and awaiting my mom's arrival. 

Silas is practically bursting from waiting for his little sister (not sure he actually believes us that she's really coming soon...)

The freezer is filled with meals-- both homemade and our favorites from Trader Joe's. 

My hospital bag is packed and ready to be snagged at a moment's notice. 

I bought a few fun lounge clothes, fully remembering the frumpy feeling of being a new mom. And hoping new sweatpants and tees will alleviate that just a bit. 

We've toured the hospital, met with the other midwives that may help deliver Delia, and I'm downing several cups of raspberry leaf tea each day. 

Not much left to do but wait... and get one last pregnancy pedicure, of course.