Yeah, you read that title right. We have had flurries all day long. Perfect for December 1st. A light dust now covers the ground. It distracted my students all day at school. They are convinced they are going to get a snow day before winter break. I hate to burst their bubble, but I seriously doubt it's going to snow that much. I also watched as Cate got so excited to be out of the car after I picked her up and in the snow. She ran around the backyard trying to find places where she could touch it. The Christmas spirit is definitely upon her.
Today at my doctor's appointment, we learned that Brennan is definitely head-down and that I'm 1 cm dilated. Full term is 37 weeks, which I'll hit this weekend. I'm really hoping that things continue to progress and that he's here before Christmas (whether on his own or through induction). It's hard not to be so anxious knowing so many family and friends will be in town in the days leading up to Christmas. I can't wait for them all to meet him and love on him.
And as I sit here typing, feeling very pregnant and uncomfortable, I can't help but think of another woman who felt about this way so many hundreds of years ago. I realize that I'm not giving birth the THE Son of God, but the responsibility and awesome-ness of the event we're about the experience is definitely in front of me. Ultimately, Brennan is God's son. He is on loan from God. God simply uses me, as Brennan's mom, to raise him. And I pray that Brennan will come to know and love and worship God and follow Him. I pray that he'll grow to be a great man of God.
These cold, snowy nights will be so much warmer with two babies to snuggle.