The Last Stretch

Little one, we are in the last stretch now. The final part of our journey.

I will be honest with you. Some days feel heavy. My back gets tired. My feet love to rest on a cushion. Getting up from the sofa takes me two tries. Sometimes three! I laugh about it.

And at night, you wake up. Just when I lie down, you start to dance. A kick here. A roll there. A little tap, like a knock on a door. I put my hand on my tummy and whisper, "Hello. I am here."

One day closer.

I am counting down now. I look at the calendar a lot. [Papa's name] counts too. We have a small bag, half packed, by the door. We fold your tiny clothes. Then we unfold them again, just to look.

Some days I feel tired. Some days I feel excited. Most days I feel both at once. And that is okay.

One day closer.

The heavy days are part of this. They are a sign that you are growing. Every slow step I take is a step towards you.

So I will rest when I need to. I will ask for help when I need it. I will put my feet up and hum to you.

One day closer, little one. And I can hardly wait.