Nothing fits except...

Shirts are too short, pants are too tight…nothing quite fits at 34 weeks. The exception being the above sweater and my black yoga pants. Those thankfully are going along for the ride. Everything else can jump out a window. I was warned this would happen, so I am not overly surprised. For the time being, I am going with the "last as long as possible on what I have" mentality. Let's face it, no one really enjoys buying larger sizes. I'm just saying...

Nothing fits except….

• The thought of being called Mama this time next year.
• Dreaming of a newborn on my chest all sweet and perfect.
• Mr. Schalk right by my side now and in the years to come. He is my calm, especially these days. Thank you Jesus for your peace and a strong hubs by my side!
• The anticipated smell of a baby…our baby…that I don't have to give back. (Sigh...you don't know how many of my friend's babies I could have held onto forever…or at least until they cried for their mamas. Answer = all of them!)
• Simple moments with our little girl. The tough, the sweet and all the in between. Each moment with her in my belly and the thought of her in my arms are blessings to my heart.

So, my clothes may not fit. Just as what I once deemed important may no longer fit into my reality. Instead, what really matters, putting Jesus first and my family next above all else, fits just right. I am getting ready to be a mama! Is there anything better?

Can't wait to meet you baby girl. The day is drawing nearer...

xoxo,
R