Only 4 more months

Last night I had a dream that I could smell her.  That I was holding her on my chest and I could smell her baby freshness and see her swirl of yellow hair and her crinkled forehead.  I could feel the weight of her on my ribs as I breathed in and out.  It was the closest I've come to actually translating this pregnancy into a final, lovely, nommable baby.  God, I can't wait.