| Written by Ronnie |
Or twenty-six days to be exact.
It's honestly quite hard to believe that in less than a month's time, our little baby will be here in our arms. Despite the nervousness I harbour about labour and birth, I feel ready.
So very ready.
It's funny how time softens and changes our hearts.
I still remember the intense shock of discovering I was pregnant.
This was followed by a short bout of denial, then deep-seated anxiety and dread, as I began recalling all that pregnancy (and birth) entailed.
And though I was reluctant to admit it at the time, the truth was that I had started looking forward to a new chapter of my life - one where my life was no longer dictated by the demands of little people twenty-four hours a day. In fact, I had already begun picturing myself working a few days a week (while Bear went off to preschool), and I'd even scribbled down a list of ideas and plans which I felt hopeful about implementing.
Even though I felt terribly guilty about it, the reality was that I felt robbed of 'my new life,' and it took me weeks - months even - to come to terms with it.
Thankfully, by God's grace, after what seemed like an eternity, my fatigue and exhaustion passed and just like that, the fog lifted.
Finally, I could see my pregnancy for what it was.
A new life.
When Rick and I found out what we were having back in early December, I realised what my heart knew all along: that this last baby was always part of God's plan for us, and that s/he was already a part of our family.
And now, with only four weeks to go, I am soaking up every moment and cherishing every kick and movement.
With only four weeks to go, my body is tired and sore, but my heart is glad and thankful.
With only four weeks to go, I am literally counting down the days.
With only four weeks to go, I already love this child with all my heart and all my soul.
With only four weeks to go, I am ready.
Yes, I am ready...
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