37 week thoughts

I'm on the eve of what is likely to be the biggest transition period of my life.

In just a few short weeks, I'm going to be a mom. I'm going to be a mom. Why do those words still look foreign to me? Why, despite the finished nursery and persistent kicking in my belly, does it still feel surreal?

It's funny because everything I've done up to this point in my life now feels largely insignificant compared to this monumental journey I'm about to embark on. They say that when you become a parent, it's the first time you truly experience totally selfless love. And I can already feel the transition taking place where my life and my decisions are no longer about me but about him. It's amazing how fiercely protective you can feel of someone you've never even met. It's incredible how you want only the best things life has to offer for this tiny being that's a complete stranger to you.

I am so thankful. Yes, for this baby, for my son-- but also for the road we walked to get to this point. Really, I mean that.

Sometimes it's overwhelming to think of all the ways my life is going to change. Sometimes I can't believe that I am being entrusted with the most awesome responsibility that exists. Sometimes I feel downright terror.

But most of the time? Most of the time I think of that moment when I first meet my son. And I know that in that moment, nothing else will matter. In that moment, I will be a mom.