I watched David make airplanes out of spoonfuls of almond butter tonight, and Atticus had the biggest smiles ever. The three of us went to the park today and just walked across the grass. We talked about the birds in the trees and hit things with sticks. Life is about to change. A lot. And I can't wait. But it is awfully precious as it is, just me and my boys.
Even though I am not, never have been, never could be, one of those women who say, "I love being pregnant," these are some of my last moments feeling a person move and kick inside me. There is something beautifully feminine and vulnerable about pregnancy that I had never felt before. So even with all the sleepless nights and uncomfortableness and pain of it, there will probably come a day when I will miss it. Maybe. At least that's what I'll try to tell myself for the next month-ish.
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