I just looked at the calendar, where every week is marked as another week together. And although I had tried not to mark too many in the future in fear of not making it that far, I have marked up through 37 weeks. I can't believe we're at 36.5 weeks. The last few days have been really rough for us. I keep trying to remind myself at every uncomfortable rising in my body that you must also be feeling cramped in that small space that my body affords you. While my belly feels every tight pulling apart, your body must feel constrained in each of your movements as well. This give and take, tug and pull is amazing if you stop to really think about it. Life is just that way.
While I am ready to meet you and pull you onto my chest and stare at the newness of you I know that we need to hold on for a few more days. Today is a Saturday and our doctor is away until Monday. So we have to play it safe for a little while longer. I have the hospital bag packed, including yours with your little tiny clothes.
I still can't believe that we don't know whether you are a boy or a girl and more so, that we are not crazy to find that out more than whether you will be fair skinned like daddy's family and Liam or more olive complected like my family. Whether you will have dark or light hair, dark or light eyes...and goodness, how big you will be. I know you are already bigger than your brother Liam was at birth, which is wonderful and scary for me during your delivery. I am so excited! I will try to bring up this excitement at every discomfort my body feels.
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