Cat's out of the bag!

Now that the cat is out of the bag my blog can directly reflect my thought process these days.....everything.baby.all.the.time. No joke...it took a couple of weeks for it to actually set in, and once that happened my brain turned to baby mush!

I have never been so obsessed with somebody in my whole life, well except for Justin Timberlake when I was 13...but that's totally different...after our 12 week ultrasound I have just been in awe of this whole miracle that is happening.  The baby was flipping around in there and had it's arm waving around, it has a strong heartbeat, and everything is perfect.  Sounds and sights to a mama-to-be that make me sleep a little better at night :)

So far I have not felt too "spooked"...I babysat from the time I was 12 until I was well into college.  I know how to change a diaper, feed a baby, bathe a baby, ya know the normal things.  I however have no idea how to raise a child.  I asked a friend the other day and she said well really you just stare at it.  I thought cool I can totally do that and not feel like a stalker at all.  But the more I think about it the more I consider that God thinks we can raise a child, and raise it to be a follower, and a person who knows right from wrong, and how to give and be loved.  He did pick me and Mr. Mac to be this little angels mommy and daddy.  He knows we can do it.  He believes in us.  All of this is very reassuring, and I am so thankful that we are believers who have this to rely on.  Because quite honestly I don't know how one can do it without HIS help.

Beyond thinking about all the deep stuff that we are about embark on,  I find myself creepin on people's strollers, and diaper bags, and baby paraphernalia.  I have a little baby bump, but really I just look like I ate 17 cheeseburgers for lunch, that being said I am sure these parents think I am going to steal their kiddos because I stare at them.  Not awkward at all. Really I am just wondering what is the most beneficial things to have and what is a waste of money.  And I wonder how my music choices will change?  Or will they?  I am not opposed to having a toddler walking around singing Pharrell and Robin Thicke Blurred Lines (or something similar).  All Mr. Mac listens to is John Meyer and The Eagles, so I think we can rule him out of this concern ;)

These concerns/thought processes are only the tip of the ice burg...it took me entirely too long to write this post, and I am sure it reads as though a hyperactive child who just drank a Mountain Dew wrote it!  

Happy Monday and have a great week!!!!