Thankful

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I love the holidays, but they feel different this year. I feel just a little warmer and fuzzier than I ever have before.

I think mostly it's the fact that we have only a few short weeks until we meet our son. Our son. Just thinking about that makes my heart race a little bit. I feel like I've waited my entire life to be a mom. I've always wanted it so badly. Knowing we are so close is so exciting. Terrifying too.

This pregnancy has put so many things into perspective for me. I've learned a whole new appreciation for my husband. He has been so supportive and so loving. He's painted my toe nails and majorly picked up my slack when it comes to getting stuff done around the house. He's put up with my absurd food aversions and hasn't complained once about my sudden inability to properly plan meals for the week. He gets a lot of texts from me a the end of the work day requesting a "fend for yourself" dinner night and never fights it. He doesn't complain about my Snoogle pillow or all of the extra space that it takes up in our bed. He doesn't complain about how I keep him up at night when I have heartburn and can't sleep, or my 3 am trips to the fridge that wake up the dogs and make them restless. He doesn't complain about all of the extra painting projects that I've instigated in the last few months {one being the torture of painting a ceiling, probably the worst painting job there is.} He's full of compliments and praise and never misses a chance to tell me that I'm the most beautiful pregnant lady he's ever seen, or to rub or kiss my belly and talk to Grayson.

I'm thankful for Nick all of the time, don't get me wrong but all of these little things have made me realize how truly blessed I really am to have him. They've made me realize that I have already done the most loving thing for my children that I could ever possibly do.

To give them Nick as their daddy.