As I write this post, it is just ten days until our new babe arrives.
I have been so busy with the preparations for Christmas and trying to get our family (and myself) healthy that the time is just flying by. Last week, I didn’t get to write because our entire family had massive colds, or possibly the flu, and my husband and I both developed bronchitis as a result. Use your imagination for a second and think about what coughing fits all day and night combined with a five pound baby resting on your bladder does for your wardrobe. It has been a frustrating few weeks dealing with some of the least glamorous aspects of pregnancy, but we are so close! Next week will be my last post before baby is here.
Excitement is starting to replace my anxiety as I look forward to meeting this little one and welcoming him into our family. I can’t wait to see his face. To kiss his cheeks. To smell his baby smell and feel his soft baby skin. It is such a privilege to be able to experience the miracle that is birth, and I can’t believe that I get to do it once again. I feel so blessed.
I’m reflecting this week on the last 25 weeks spent sharing my journey here. Thank you so much for walking this road with me. For sharing your experiences in your own losses and pregnancies. It has meant so much to be able to share with people who understand and who have felt the same things I do. Your presence has been like a gift to me since I know that people who have not experienced a loss can not understand all the feelings that come in a subsequent pregnancy.