On my way to the midwife yesterday (after seeing the back-up doctor the day before), just sitting and pondering, I hit upon a sweet emotional state.
Peace.
And it lingers yet this morning . . .
I feel a complete sense of calm and satisfaction about being in the last stages of pregnancy. Not anxiously wishing to have my body back (get this thing outta me!) or the physical discomfort that goes with it, but the special glow of understanding that these last few weeks are precious too.
For me, as a pregnant woman. There is a full-sized newborn in there, with eyelashes, fingernails, and sweet toothless gums. I already know its sleep-wake cycles. It responds to outside stimulus. I love feeling its little, pointy heels and firm little butt at the top of my belly. I love wondering about it.
For me and my boys, in the last days of Two vs. Three. What will the changes bring? How will they respond? Will I feel stretched? Snuggling down into a nap, a very special time for us, is going to be very different. I only have two arms, two sides. Will I spend more or less time with them? I remember the sweet hours of reading to Diego while Truen slept or nursed. Will it be a similar experience?
Sunday is 38 weeks.
1 comment:
mmm. peace is a wonderful thing! I find that I am often not quiet enough to experience it.
It is CRAZY to think that there is a human being inside of you. And to think that the babe would is developed enough to live outside of you. It fascinates me.
Enjoy your time with your boys. A third little one will definitely change things, but you've already learned to care for multiples so I think the adjustment will be easier than going from one to two. And DKDS will be so helpful! I can't wait!!
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