I can’t believe I am a week away from my due date. I’ve thought about this day every day since we found out we were expecting this past February. It’s been almost a year of dreaming of our little girl, preparing for her, waiting. The waiting has started to seem not as intense because every day I think of one more thing we need to do, a meal I need to freeze, a room that needs cleaning. Of course, we will never really be ready. This time of anticipation is precious.
I know one day I may not even remember what life was like without our second baby, but for now here we still are… a family of three. Sometimes I don’t think it has even set in, as much as I think about it, that some little creature will be a part of our future days. Every now and then, the only reminders are those little kicks. I can now feel her tiny feet instead of just those flutters, and I can feel her little bum nestled right under my ribs. What an incredible miracle.
A friend recently gave me some great advice when it comes to waiting… to take this time to breathe and rest and to pray for this tiny person. To save up my strength for the big day and to not rush any of the process. We grow a lot in these waiting periods. Another friend taught me some breathing exercises to practice for labor, how to train my mind for the labor pains. A word of wisdom that she shared from Ina May’s Guide to Childbirth that really stuck with me was that the pain of labor is a conversation that the baby and my body are having with each other. It communicates between the two of us what needs to happen. I thought that was so interesting.
Thank you so much for sharing in this journey with our family. Hope to have a announcement of our baby girl very soon, if not… see you next week!