On Sunday I will be 40 weeks, or full-term, and while I feel like I have been pregnant forever, it also feels like yesterday when we first found out you existed. The word that comes to mind the most in describing this journey is, well, magical.
But it wasn’t always easy. As we waited to debut the news of you back in January, we were balancing the demands of Lucy, a tough foster dog, alongside Ella who was battling an infection that could have taken her life, as well as the loss of my job. Thankfully though, January eventually passed. The dreaded three-month mark finally came, Lucy found a forever home and with a ton of hard work Ella’s infection cleared up.
I did so many wonderful things with you in utero. I watched my brother tie the knot. I took up prenatal yoga and bonded with other pregnant women. Perhaps most amazing, of the 280 days you spent growing inside me, we went running on more than 90 of them!
I think about you daily and about what kind of parents we are going to be. I am anxious for this next phase of our life to begin and yet I am terrified about only being “mom” in your eyes despite my 32 years of life that preceded you.
Here you are at 27 weeks
I look forward to sharing my vision of kindness with you, and hope that one day you will thank me for raising you vegetarian. And I vow, with all my love, to shine a steady light on your path and inspire you to one day shine your own bright light.
A ticking time bomb. That’s pretty much what I feel like now as my impending due date approaches. I was always nervous about going early but now I am starting to wonder if I will go on time, go late or even go at all! So with that said, bambino, you can come now. For we cannot wait to meet you…