33 weeks, 7 to go!

This morning I feel much anticipation for Mason's arrival. He's really been moving a lot lately as if to say he's ready to come out and play :) I started doing baby laundry last night and that has been fun. Ryon enjoyed watching me try to fold his little clothes last night. We got so many clothes at our last shower, so he can definitly be styling for all his many visitors. I just feel blessed to have the opportunity to have a child and to take on such responsibility. I find myself laying in bed thinking about if I am really going to be able to do this! Ryon told me last night it will be the same as taking care of Bradley! And to some extent, he is very right; as when Bradley arrived, I had no clue how to take care of a puppy and what to do and what he needed, and now I can just look at him and tell when he's sad, or not feeling well, or hungry. And not Bradley is just my little buddy. I guess there really is a motherly instinct?! I had a crazy dream about Mason the other night. He was kicking my stomach so hard you could see the outline of his little foot and so we counted the toes, and there were seven!!! Pregnancy dreams are like non-other. Today I'm not going to the office, which feels really nice, so I'm going to spend time at the house doing whatever I want, which will probably entail walking in and out of Mason's room "just to take a peek."