First off, if you’re reading to find out the baby’s name, I give you permission to skip to the end of the post. The rest that follows is how he raced into the world painfully and just in time for my doctor to deliver 🙂 I rolled my big belly over to the clock: 3:32 am. My eyes were wide open, and I was patiently waiting to feel anything. Any twinge that might indicate baby is coming. Nothing. I was three days post due date. It was early on a Friday morning. I decided to pray. My obgyn, who’s delivered all my babies, my sister’s babies, and his dad delivered my sisters and I, was heading out of town later that day. He NEVER goes out of town. I wanted him to be there, but I didn’t want to induce the baby. So, I prayed for God to send the…

We’ve gone from 90 degree days here to cozy, rainy ones in a week. I’m 33 weeks pregnant, and the new season of fall is quickly approaching, so symbolic of a new season of motherhood that is creeping my way. Being a mother of two toddlers is a lot. Being a mother of two toddlers while pregnant is a lot. Soon, I will have two toddlers and an infant in my arms. It feels like the days are creeping by at a snail pace. I want so badly to not be pregnant anymore, have my baby safe in my arms, and to feel like I can move and run again. Yet, I forget to ask myself, “am I ready for the seasons to change?” At the first couple days of fall-like weather, we welcome the boots, jackets and cozy cookies, but are we really ready for the swimming, sandy toes,…