9 weeks and counting...

Just nine weeks until our due-date. The realization of becoming a parent is still attempting to sink in. I think the closer we get, the more astounded I am. Nine weeks feels like a long time at this point, and I realize it's very likely that we will be "overdue". Eliza moves more and more all the time. I try more and more to figure out exactly what I can feel there beneath skin, body fat, and uterine wall, and she likes it less and less. But I have noticed a few times when I rub my hands over my tummy, looking for her, that sometimes, every great once in awhile, she'll move up and bunch up under my hand. I hope it means she will have the physical-touch love language like her daddy and I. Nick continues to smile a certain, crinkly-eyed smile when he feels her move. I very much look forward to father and daughter meeting face to face. I wonder if I might be able to hand a camera to a nurse to capture that moment.