I've made it to 25. Insane. This birthday seemed so far away and now it's here (and almost done). It's my last birthday before Hayden. We've been through our last 4th of July, Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas before our baby boy gets here. All that's left is Valentine's, our anniversary, and Easter. I will be a mommy by Mother's Day. WOW. That still blows my mind. Mommy. I feel my child roll/wiggle/kick/punch every day, but it still seems so amazing that I'll be a mom. What an awesome responsibility and what a scary one! Hayden is so blessed to have David as his daddy. I can't explain how ready my husband is for our son to get here! Don't take this personally, but you probably think you understand, but really, you don't. David wants me playing the Alabama fight song daily for Hayden, I'm supposed to teach him "Rammer Jammer" and "Yea Alabama" (and sing them as lullabies), etc. I can't wait for PeeWee and then school sports. The other day I was talking to Hayden (yep, I was) and telling him how excited yet scared I was. I want him to be so accomplished at so much: sports, school, music. What kind of job raising Hayden in a Godly home will David and I do? I fall so short; can I teach my son? These thoughts just roll around constantly in my head. Am I doing enough now while he's still in the womb? Breathe, Jamie. I really just meant to jot about my 25th birthday. Wow, talk about going off on a tangent!
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