Little girl, little girl...I so want to meet you

Well here it is, October 25th and I have 2 weeks and two days until baby girl is due! I feel alot more stable these days, however, I am tired. I have some relief because there is an end in sight for the baby and school. There seem to be many things contributing to my feelings of contentment despite all of the hustle and bustle of my life...
One, I have been doing some stepwork
two, I have been doing stepwork with me sponsee
three, the weather is changing and the cool air does wonders for my body temperature, AND my temperament.
four, I know I will not be pregnant for much longer
five, school is past the halfway mark
six, the holidays are approaching and I love the cold weather, hot cocoa, and sweaters
One of the last things is that Zack is graduating in December.
Zack and I have been working so hard for so long...
I can't believe that we have been going to school full time, raising a little one, and haven't managed to kill each other! ha!

No really, I must tell you that Zack has really stepped up this last week...He is taking his 5 classes, working, has his internship, and is with Noah Mon-Thurs night while I'm in class. All this and he cleaned house this weekend, got a movie and a pizza for us Friday night, and went grocery shopping with NJ so I could have a break. I am so grateful that I have someone in my life that lets me be who I am, Zack is that person.
He has taught me to laugh at myself, and to let people be where they are.

Anywho...
I spent a lot of time with Noah Saturday night and he is growing so fast- but I realized something tonight. Today he was with Mimi for a couple of hours and when I came home, she told me that he fell off his bed (he was jumping on it) and hit an already existing bump on his head. I went into his room and looked at his head and OMG it was so big. I also watched him play outside BY HIMSELF today for the VERY first time...(we were watching through the kitchen window)
I got the camcorder out and recorded him singing twinkle twinkle and Happy Birthday...that is his favorite. But as I was putting him to bed, he was crying for mommy and I got this thought....
Oh my goodness, he is STILL my baby. I keep on stressing the big boy role hoping that he will embrace it and adjust smoothly to the new baby, and in doing that I seem to have forgotten that my little boy is ONLY 2. Noah is 2 years old, almost 3, is a big boy, but he still has that baby in him. He still wants me to hold him, he has a blankie and a baby, and he needs help getting his socks and shoes on...But not only does he need my help, he WANTS my help. There is still that little boy in him that wants his mommy, that wants to be a baby with me, and there is still a part of me that wants him to stay a baby for a little while longer. I don't want him to grow up too fast...And baby or no baby, I just want him to know that mommy is still here for him and will sing to him and rock him for years to come. I love you my little boy Noah, I love you.