The sky looked pretty and bright this evening.
I reflected a lot during the day and then at night.
I spoke out loud, my hopes, my fears. Sometimes I can’t believe where I’m at. It hit me today, a few times.
“If I am sleeping let me never wake up.”
For the most part I am one with reality, it has sunk in. But then I buy another baby outfit with baby girl, some maternity wear… she laughs at me when I look at yet another onesie, but then she too coos over a cute neutral number that boy or girl can wear.
So we buy it.
We aren’t finding out the gender. I love people guessing. I love guessing. We can make a game of it. People get awfully heated too about their opinions of how you carry, while I just laugh and laugh.
I love it.
When I was pregnant with baby girl I had one friend tell me there was no doubt I was carrying a boy – everything about my tummy pointed to that. And yet when baby girl came out, they put their hands up in defense – “you’re proof the old wives tale is wrong!”
At this rate I’m collecting more clothes than baby will wear. I’m excited. I’ve earnt the right to feel this way too.
I am still craving juice. Juice juice juice. Boost juices have replaced my coffees, and I honestly don’t even miss that caffeine.
I’m not looking just bloated anymore. There is a definite bump. My tummy is stretching constantly, moving and shifting and giving me feels I have never felt before. It makes me feel like this is the first time, though my precious baby girl who kisses my belly nearly every day is proof that it isn’t.
I look out at the waters before me. They sparkle. Spring is coming. Will baby get to step into those waters next Summer, or will they be just a tad too small?
Maybe we can hope for an Indian Summer.
It makes sense. I’m having one in my own life right now. 😉🙏🏖️🩴