I never thought that August would come as quickly as it has. Since the beginning of our pregnancy, I have felt that it has dragged on and on and I would never have the chance to meet our newest little one. From the awful feelings of morning sickness (who am I kidding – all day sickness) to the sore hips and swollen feet, I never felt that coveted “pregnancy glow”. I’m sure that has a lot to do with the fact that I’m 37 years old! And we’re having a summer baby so the heat and humidity have played a large roll in how I’m feeling. But looking back, I’m certainly thankful that my morning sickness days took place during the winter when I wasn’t working and I was able to hide away in bed for weeks if I needed to! She hasn’t arrived yet and I’m now able to count on one hand how many days we have left until our c-section delivery. I may have felt a little slow. Sometimes a little sick. A little LARGE. And a little sore. But it’s all worth it for us. You see, it took us quite a while to get to this point and there was a time that I honestly felt we’d never have one more baby to hold. When my husband and I hit our 35th and 37th birthdays the pressure was felt for us to revisit the idea of having our last child. This, of course, was pressure we were putting on ourselves simply because we were getting older. I knew that general health risks for becoming pregnant at an older age were higher. My husband didn’t want to be in his 60’s when our youngest graduated high school. And it was time to make a decision! I was a bit hesitant for a few reasons so I kept putting him off, waiting for a “better” time. Then I woke up one morning with the same concerns he had regarding our age and the health of a child we conceive. Once I jumped on board with wanting to try to conceive our last child, we started trying. I downloaded a conception app on my phone and started tracking cycles, I started taking prenatal vitamins again and I talked to my doctor about lowering my dose of anti-anxiety medication. We tried planning a conception date based around my client’s weddings so that everything would work out seamlessly for all of us. And we just weren’t getting pregnant. One month passed by with no baby. Three months passed by with no baby. Six months passed by with no baby. When we got to the seventh month and I still wasn’t pregnant I had convinced myself that it just wasn’t going to happen for us. I started to struggle with the guilt I felt that I couldn’t give him what he wanted. I started to feel disappointed and angry at my body for not doing what it was made to do. I cried. I wasn’t in a good place at all. That month I decided to try one more pregnancy test just to be sure – because this was going to be the time I gave up on trying anymore. And to my surprise WE WERE PREGNANT! I yelled for my husband and I cried and cried while I told him that we finally had our chance at having our last baby. I couldn’t even wait to plan something super fun for him – I just blurted it out while we stood in the kitchen holding each other. Fast forward 9 months later we’re right on track to welcome a healthy baby girl into our family on Tuesday, August 7, 2018. (On my sister’s birthday!!) Our family has been extremely excited in the days leading up to meeting her! And now I’m absolutely thrilled to announce that we’re officially on maternity leave. I do have a few small projects to work on that can easily be completed from the comfort of my bed while I’m healing. But for the most part, we’re going to be spending the next several weeks soaking up the new baby smells, cries, and learning how to adjust to a new schedule with an infant. Stay tuned though – I’m sure this website won’t be completely quiet. We’ll have plenty of new baby pictures to share after she’s here! All images captured for this blog post were provided by LuluEdward Photography.