We. Are. Set.

I cannot believe we have reached the point in this pregnancy where we can honestly say "We are READY!".

We are ready for our daughter to arrive.

Car Seat, Crib, Cosleeper - check, check, check. 

Cloth Diapers, Covers, Wipes - three more checks. 

Newborn clothes and socks and mittens and hats - checkity check check.

Bottles, Pacifiers, Burp Cloths -  yup yup yup.

Tub and towels, washcloths and soaps - all ready and waiting. 

Plenty of blankets for cuddling.

Boppy for feeding now.. bowls and spoons and bibs for feeding later. 

Monitor for peeking. 

Swing for soothing.

Books for reading. 

Toys and floor mat for playing. 

Bouncy Seat for relaxing. 

Thermometer, Aspirator, Humidifier, Clippers, Brush & Comb, Gripe Water and more for caring. 

What more could the little babe need? 

I mean really, we. are. ready. 

The last load of her clothes (likely the last load before she soils her own!) is in the dryer. 

We have folded and sorted and put everything away. 

We've matched all her tiny socks and melted over her teeny-tiny onesies and dresses. 

We have set up the guest bathroom to now be Camryn's bathroom, with all her towels folded and ready for bath time, all her (billions of!) washcloths at the ready, her shampoo in a basket by the tub. 

There are only 2 more things we are waiting on: her glider should be arriving sometime this week, and her diaper shipment should be here soon as well. 

After that, we're done. 

We just wait. 

I'm wondering if time will seemingly stop at that point. Will these last few weeks drag on and on and on?

The first 35 weeks and 6 days of this pregnancy have gone by in a flash, but now that we are justthisclose to the finish line, will this train slow down?

I woke up this morning and let Andy know that today marks the 8-29 day countdown. 

It got me thinking back to the 8 months we tried to get pregnant. 

Time in those 8 months crawled by in 2 week intervals.. 2 weeks til ovulation, then 2 weeks til testing. 29 days seemed like an eternity back then, and now here we are on the other side of the tracks, with a whole new meaning to the 29 day countdown.

How will my emotions handle the anticipation of this 29 day countdown?

Hopefully much better than how I handled them on the TTC side!

On the TTC train, there was no guarantee at the end of that 29 days. All we could do is hope for great news to be waiting at the end of the month.. 

Now we have so much to look forward to, a lifetime of joy with our daughter is waiting for us at the end of this ride!

We just cannot wait to meet her. 

Will she have brown hair like we both do now, or blond like her daddy did when he was a baby/toddler?

Or will she even have any hair at all?

Will she have brown eyes like mine (and everyone else's in my family), or will that blue-eyed-gene sneak through from her daddy's side of the family? 

Will she have crazy long fingers and toes like her mommy, or cute little chubby fingers and toes (I won't say "like her daddy" because he wouldn't like that very much!)?

Will she get the olive tone skin from my side of the family, or her daddy's Irish fair skin?

Will the freckles from my mother and sisters make an appearance even though they skipped me?

We have so enjoyed speculating about all this.. and knowing that we will have all the answers in less than a month is thrilling.

I can't wait to look into her eyes. 

Or to see her Daddy holding her for the first time.

To kiss her little feet and chubby cheeks, and to see her wrap her tiny finger around her Daddy's. 

I can't wait to introduce her to all the people who have prayed for her and showered us with love and support as we've awaited her arrival. 

I can't wait to drive her home, and tell her all about the things we'll pass on the way - the Starbucks I have come to frequent lately that always gets her dancing. The Walgreen's Daddy went to several times a week in the beginning to refill the HG meds for me. The park we can't wait to take her to. 

I can't wait to carry her into her first home.. show her all the things we've done to prepare for her.. take her into her nursery we have obsessed over, rock with her in the glider.

Oh how I hope these 8-29 days fly by. 

I want my baby here with us. 

I want her in my arms.