seasons of love

Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes,
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Moments so dear.
Five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure, measure a year?

In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights
In cups of coffee
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.

In five hundred twenty-five thousand
Six hundred minutes
How do you measure
A year in the life?

tonight as i was rubbing my belly, it really sank in that the end is in sight... soon there will be no more baby in the belly, and there will never be one again. as much as i can't wait to meet this baby, i am sad that i will never have this amazing experience again. i looked over at craig and said we have really come full circle. last november i found out i was pregnant with a little surprise baby... we were so happy, and then when we lost it, and our world fell apart. now, this november we will be welcoming another little bundle of joy into our family and then our family will be complete.

will it be a boy or girl? i am getting really anxious waiting... there are so many wonderful things about each, that either way i will be over the moon!!!

tomorrow i have my weekly appointment, and i am hoping to check out my doctor's schedule for the month and see if there is any opportunity for inductions. hey, a girl can dream!

today i am thankful for my kids... carter stayed home from school today because he wasn't feeling well and we all stayed in our pj's and watched a movie and played. it was cold and rainy out, and i just loved staying in with them and snuggling. i love this time of year!

i also played in iphoto and put together a photo book of all my favorite pictures from 2010... after i finished i played the slideshow for craig and the kids, and it was so great! i love looking back at everything we did this year and watching the kids grow and change.

here is a funny story from mason. he is kinda obsessed with how the baby is going to come out. i told him that all mommies have a special whole for the baby to come out. so tonight at dinner he asked where my special whole was, and then before i answered he said "are you sure the baby isn't going to explode out your belly... it's getting big and the baby might just fly out."
he cracks me up! carter has never once really questioned how babies come out, and has always accepted my simple answer that the doctor takes it out. mason sure is curious...