Perfection

Ryan and I took a tour of the birth center where baby girl will make her debut. As we stood in the room where I will labor, deliver, and recover (yay for not moving rooms the whole time!), it kind of all hit me. I am going to sit in that bed and feel the worst pain of my life. And then that pain will lead to the birth of our baby. And then I am a mom. Wow. And it could all happen in as few as 3 weeks.

Ryan is so excited. I am so grateful that he isn't nervous about the role of "dad". I know that he is going to be a wonderful father to all of our children. When I think of how much he is going to love them, it makes me love him even more. I suppose that is part of God's plan in becoming a parent - strengthening the bond between the mother and father, because heaven knows that raising kids is a huge challenge!

After I wake up in the middle of the night to make a potty-run, I then find myself in bed thinking about the coming weeks. I imagine the whole birth process (going as smoothly as possible, of course), holding our baby for the first time, dressing her in the little outfit we bought to bring her home in, tucking her in her car seat and not even having it bother me if she screams the whole time because I already think she's the most perfect person ever, bringing her home with us, and spending the next few weeks as a family enjoying our first Christmas together. Obviously my fantasy is a little jaded because it is only filled with moments of perfection. I know that things could go wrong in the hospital. She could poop all over her first outfit. We could find ourselves not enjoying Christmas at all because we are just so tired and my hormones are going completely berserk.

But you know what? As long as she is born a healthy and strong tiny person, none of that will matter. Ryan and I have gotten to participate in the miracle of creating and bringing a child into the world. Somebody who was, just moments before, in the pre-mortal life. In just a matter of seconds we will go from just two people, to two people in charge of one of God's sweet spirits. And that is perfection.