Waiting For You

29 weeks. I can’t believe how far we’ve come, baby girl!

From the moment we found out you existed, you’ve blown us away by your presence.

We didn’t expect to be here. As each week passed, I was fully prepared for it to be the last days we had together. Six times through loss will do that to you. That inner pause of hope. Uncertainty, fear and trepidation.

But seven.

Seven is the number of completion and perfection. And here you are, little number seven, defying the odds and bringing us to our knees in wonder. Stretching, growing, kicking and hiccuping your way into life.

I find myself pondering who you will be. A strong, bold, fierce woman most certainly.

Somewhere around 11 weeks to go. I can’t wait to see your sweet face, to hold you in my arms outside of my belly. Until then, I’ll be here with you safely tucked inside, folding your laundry and celebrating you.