38 weeks. What can I say other then thank god we made it. So this is me, standing on an old dirt track in front of the camera officially saying goodbye to this pregnancy and the last pregnancy I will ever experience.
My husband may go on to have more babies, many, many babies but if he chooses to do so it will be with his new wife because today I am officially closing the shop.
It’s hot today, so hot it makes my head spin and my legs buckle but I want take a moment to pause and to document this moment, just one last time. I want to remember the good, the bad and all the moments in between.
I wore this dress to parade this morning. I’m sure it was a bit out there for a heavily pregnant woman, but it was my last appearance at school and I wanted to feel more glamourous then sloth like. I felt amazing and confident and in love with my body. A girl friend even commented that I didn’t even look pregnant from behind. I’m just drumming it over in my head now but that totally means I should go out and buy it in every colour, right? It is after all not just a pregnancy item but a nursing dress too.
I feel strange. Not excited or nervous but like I’m stuck in a time warp watching life to go by. The realisation of what has happened over the last nine months and what we are about to do has not sunk in. It feels un natural to be arriving at the hospital and not being in full on labour and practically checking in to have a baby.
At times this journey has been long and hard, there have been days where I didn’t think I could get out of bed but I’ve done it. We have done it. Tomorrow I say goodbye to this journey and start a whole new one. Tomorrow is a brand new day.