From Flicks to Kicks

Hello, everyone! This post will be shorter than usual and picture-less. Sorry, familia. :(
Just a few updates.

Josh and I are both currently in school full-time and working hard. Both of us are doing well, and I'm maintaining straight A's... for now. Online Biology is not my bff. Josh has adjusted to the old football ways, and made a glorious tackle in last night's close game. Lost by a single, stinkin' touchdown! So close. Something told me to record that play, but of course, I didn't. Next time!

I am teaching in the primary at church, mainly 4-year-olds. This is totally new to me, and boy, is it TOUGH, but rewarding! Babysitting/hanging out with your own, young nieces and nephews does not prepare you for this calling. At least when they're "yours," you can tell on them openly and honestly. The sweet snuggles and play fighting isn't bad either. I will likely step down from this calling in January, though. Little, touchy hands and newborns do not mix. (For me.)

We are getting excited about Josh's parents visiting in 19 days. I get a little lonely sometimes, so it's always such a treat to have family visits. Though, I do anticipate several familiar faces in January!

Speaking of January, is it January yet? Josh and I would really like to meet our baby girl already. I am not overly uncomfortable, unless its bed time. Lying down and sleeping is tough for me. Just can't get comfortable. I often marvel, usually been the hours of 2 and 4 am, at the VERY active little person living in my body. She loves to party! :) I didn't feel the fluttering in my tummy as so many describe, but more like I was being flicked. (Thank you, dear little brother, for the perfect, and overused demonstration of flicking!) As of yesterday, the flicked feeling has been replaced with little kicks and punches. It's incredible and amazing and any other synonym. I didn't think I would be "that" obsessed pregnant lady, but I am. Housing a human life is not cute, exhausting, and ultimately gross, but it's so much more than that. Words can't encompass it.

So, baby girl is 25 weeks and 2 days grown. I am in total awe of her already and can't wait to hold her in my arms. I love this hilarious, strong, concerned and overprotective husband of mine. If you would have asked 17 year old me what life would be like at 22, it wouldn't have been this....

But I thank my loving and all-knowing God for giving me so, so, so much more than I ever could have imagined.