We have entered the window of “any day now” for baby number two. For the last week or so I’ve had twinges of maybe and inclinations that perhaps he’s coming soon, but so far it seems, he’s content to linger a little longer. Honestly, I’m in no rush. Maybe I’m in the minority, but I don’t seem to hit that window of “get this baby outta me” despite the discomfort and general awkwardness of late pregnancy. Is the insomnia, the swollen ankles, the constant need to pee annoying? A million times yes, but I generally don’t mind the waiting. There is something sweet about it. That Christmas Eve feeling of something exciting and new on the way.
With Owen, I felt like I was willing him to stay in as long as possible – we moved basically as he was due and I was desperate to feel settled before he arrived. It felt like a blessing that he showed up 10 days late and gave us time to take a breath and enjoy our home and each other, even if it was for just a brief moment.
Here we are again, approaching our due date – though we aren’t in a huge upheaval, I still find myself feeling ok with sweet babe taking his time. Our days have slowed dramatically and found a quiet rhythm. Owen and I snuggle up for lazy afternoon naps together and have taken to shared bubble baths and fascination with my very large belly. I’m enjoying the last moments of having this boy as my only while equally enjoying the anticipation of our addition. It’s exciting to imagine those first interactions between brothers. I daydream about them growing together and filling our house with noise and chaos and so much love – while a tiny part of my heart lingers on the peaceful, simple now.
It’s a funny little dance, to be completely happy and truly satisfied with where you’re at in the moment and know that it’s all about to change but you’ll likely love it all even more.