There is a little date that has been circulating in my mind for the past 9 months.
The 27th of September.
I don't particularly feel I need to refer to it as my 'due date' as such, as I believe our baby will arrive at the exact moment that it's meant to, and no one date can be singled out. I can happily say though, that today I have been carrying our baby for 40 weeks, and I'm feeling great!
If I look a little reflective in the above photo, it's only because I'm in absolute awe of what my body has achieved. I feel overwhelmingly blessed that I have been able to carry this baby of ours so far.
I feel comfortable (mostly) and ready (mostly) to bring this baby into our big wide world.
I'm still carrying you around Lola, spinning you around, dancing & running about.
I'm trusting my body, and feel instant ease & peace knowing your papa will be by my side for the entire journey.
Our bags are packed, and amongst the treasures are lavender from our garden, a few photos that make me happy, and a collection of calming music.
With each passing day the suspense is building, as is our desire to meet you & hold you.
We will wait patiently (as we waited for you Lola), and I'll continue to savour every moment that you are still snuggled up inside my belly.