Just the two of us.

Tomorrow marks my 38th week of pregnancy. 

THIRTY-EIGHT WEEKS.

It seems like it was just yesterday that Scott&I arrived home from a beautiful trip to New York City only to find out about our little miracle forming in my womb. 

And now, after a move to Hawaii & a million new memories--

She is about to make her grand appearance any day now. 

This season for S&I has been amazing. 

I've truly had a great pregnancy and we've grown so much closer as a couple, praise God! 

But as time is dwindling down to Baby H's appearance, I can't help but feel a little saddened at the fact that it will no longer be the two of us ever again. 

I was telling him the other night that I wish I could just know the day she was coming, so I could know beforehand our last moments of just us.

Our last morning of staying in bed&cuddling until we want to get up.

Our last date.

Our last night to stay up late watching movies.

Our last lazy Saturday.

Our last drive to church. 

Our last time to make dinner together.

Our last day of just us. 

Just so I could hold on to each moment a little tighter.

And that got me thinking. 

When and what were my parents' "lasts"? 

Many of you don't know this, but another reason I have cherished this season of pregnancy is the fact that I will be becoming a Mommy at the age of twenty five.

Why is this fact cherished? 

Because my own Mother was twenty five when she became a Mommy to me.

I was her miracle forming in her womb when her and my dad were 

"just them".

And I feel like I have been given the rare opportunity to catch a glimpse of what my parents were like when it was just them.

The pure joy from when my Mom first found out she was

pregnant with me.

The butterflies she must have felt telling her husband he was going to be a Daddy.

The excitement of that first ultrasound&seeing me as their

little jellybean. 

Hearing my heartbeat for the first time.

Celebrating the news with all their family and friends.

When she first felt my flutterings

&then giggling when my Dad first felt me.

When she looked into the mirror at her changing body, proud of the miraculous process going on inside of her.

And my Dad telling her she'd never been more beautiful.

Sitting on their couch watching her stomach move as I showed them how much I loved hearing their voices. 

And those times when I had the hiccups.

My Daddy talking to me through her stomach before falling asleep.

Sitting in my nursery, dreaming about their new life. 

Wondering when I was going to make my grand appearance & getting ready in every way they could. 

And finally, cherishing their lasts as a couple before children.

I know that when Baby H arrives, life will never be like it was before our children--

when it was just the two of us.

And quite frankly, I don't even know what that looks like yet.

But I do know how much I love my parents&the childhood they gave us,

the kind that was full of laughter&adventure.

And I am over-the-moon excited to give that life to our children, 

together. 

Just the two of us. 

I made a promise to myself.

 Pregnancy.

The season that Mr. Cummings & I are in right now.

It's a beautiful season--one that is accompanied by extra hugs, kisses, and prayers. 

Extra pictures, laughter, and cuddles.

Extra money spent, hormones, and fears.

But with all of those extras, time is not one of them. 

Quite actually, time is running out. And far too quickly. 

Which is why, when I caught myself telling everyone all the time, 

"I can't wait until Baby H gets here"

God let me know that my attitude needed to change.

I can wait.

In fact, I want to wait. 

I want these last few months to be memorable. 

I want to live in the moment of feeling her inside of me & watching Scott's face light up when he feels her.

I want to live in the moment of dreaming about her.

I want to live in the moment of dating my Husband before she arrives.

I want to live in the moment of just being us, 

because there will never be a time when our family was just the two of us ever again. 

(As my mom has always said, "Once you have kids, you will always have kids.")

I want to cuddle on the couch and watch a movie without having to hear cries and jump up exhausted.

I want to go on adventures so when we are asked,

"What did you guys do before kids?" We can answer them.

 I want to live in the moment of slowly watching my belly grow, knowing God is knitting our sweet blessing together.

I want to be able to have as much 'me time' as possible.

I want to spoil Mallow with extra cuddles&walks.

I want to be able to slow down & take it all in

before she gets here and time really flies by.

I want to hold onto the anticipation of what it will be like to hold her for the first time & watch Scott melt as he does the same.

I want to experience all of our 'lasts' whole heartedly before we experience our 'firsts' as parents.

After Baby H arrives, Scott&I will never again be a family of two. 

We will be PARENTS.

{Still giddy&terrified at that thought.)

And really, we are over-the-moon excited for that day, 

but until then.. we'll just be over in Hawaii soaking up our last days as just us. 

I can wait until Baby H gets here.

Twenty FIVE weeks.

We are close to ending our 25th week

&

the bump is slooooowly growing! 

I swear I'm going to wake up one morning and it will be giant,

but for right now..this little bump feels huge to me.

This week we have been exhausted, but little miss seems to grow stronger and stronger. I love feeling her movements & I absolutely love when Scott is able to.  

This past week he got to feel more than just a kick and the look on his face was priceless! 

One extremely proud Daddy already. 

I've had more than a few people tell me that I needed to upload more pictures, so here is my journey so far. 

The first picture is at twelve weeks (Baby was the size of a clementine) when we were living in a hotel at Waikiki and I'm pretty sure I was the only one who could point out a bump. 

After that, we made it a point to take weekly pictures.

 Bleh haha not my favorite thing to do,

but we will appreciate it & hopefully she does too! 

We just get closer&closer to August!

In just a couple of weeks, I'm flying home to Utah to celebrate my baby sister who is graduating high school (trying to hold back the tears that she's officially an adult and starting college. Plus, realizing I've been graduated for SEVEN years!) and rejoicing in this little babe of ours during my baby showers! 

Such an exciting season!!!