I am sitting here, the girls are in bed and my husband is working away so it’s just me and my bump. As a Mummy of two I don’t have much time alone to just sit and think about my changing body and our new arrival but, as I sit here at 27 weeks feeling so much movement, I feel so emotional.
I still can’t believe that I am pregnant and I will be experiencing a new tiny baby again. I am under no illusion that it will be hard work. I know that especially January and February are going to be lost in that newborn sleepless nights fog. I am aware, unlike when Meme and Harri were born, there will be no lazy morning spent playing in pjs (school runs will put a stop to that) and I also know, with a third child, money will be tight. There will also be fewer treats and holidays but I do know it will all be worth it.
I feel like this is my last chance to try and embrace it all, the labour, the first time I hold my baby, the smell, this tiny new baby that is all mine. At the moment, I can’t even imagine what it will be like, to have this tiny new person in our life. I look at Meme and Harri who are both so different and wonder who it will look like? Will she/he be chilled out like Meme or feisty like Harri? Dark like Meme or Fair like Harri? Will it be a daredevil like Meme or a bundle of fun like Harri? I honestly can’t wait to find out.
Some parents worry about how a new arrival will change the dynamics but I am not concerned at all. I know this baby is the final piece to complete our family. Deep down I always knew we would be a family of 5, it has always been what I have wanted, what I have hoped for. Our girls are so excited and I know they will make amazing big sisters.
So now I am sitting here alone, just me and my bump who is kicking away, making its presence known, and I feel just so blessed.