It occurred to me just this morning. This weekend could be our last. My last weekend being pregnant. The last weekend of just the three of us. My girl’s last weekend as an only.
When it hit me, I felt an urge to run at the weekend full steam. Fill it up with everything I could think of to jam pack it with memories and all of those final things we want or need to do before our worlds change.
And, at the same time, I also felt compelled to just relax. Take each moment as it comes and just enjoy. A slow-moving Saturday morning. A leisurely afternoon. Quiet time spent at home just being together.
I think I’m going with the latter. For all of my sadness over this time coming to an end and all of the ways I wanted to make the most of these final days with my girl, I think we’ve done it. I think we’re ready. And I know we’re excited.
This week, I am thankful for…
… my full but flexible life that allows me to work, follow my passions, and be there for my family.
… impromptu calls from my favorite people.
… sunshine on a Friday after a week of rain.
… kind offers from friends, family, and near strangers to help when the baby arrives.
… the way my big ‘ol belly and I find ourselves in conversations with anyone about the excitement of new life.
… pumpkin cookies.
… my husband/editor.
… pumpkins and hayrides and apples and watching my girl blossom with her friends.
… this excitement that is buzzing in my house right now. Like Christmas and my birthday, the first day of spring and the first day of fall all rolled into one.
Happy weekend, everyone. We’re going to enjoy some family time. All eyes on the belly.