Soon 4 will become 5…
13 days and counting…
It is strange to be hopelessly in love with someone I’ve never seen before.
I may not have seen her – but I know her and she knows me.
I am at her mercy gladly
She has captured me
All that I am revolves around her
My day is defined by her
My life is defined by her
Captured, in love, anticipating and hoping.
Counting down the days till I can hold her
(‘her’ is used in a non gender specific way, not as a sneaky way to reveal that we know we are having a girl!)
I am 35 weeks pregnant today. I only know that because I have put a reminder on my phone that alerts me to what week I am. Apparently this is quite normal with your third – you are just to busy and tired to remember things like when your baby is due!! Oh dear!
So a little update is in order – of the pelvic instability kind (please don’t stop reading!).
This condition sucks!
I knew it would get worse as baby got bigger, but I was not prepared for this. Although in saying that I know that there is a high likelihood that this thing has an end date. One of the causes of the condition is a particular hormone that is released while you are pregnant and that hormone only stays in the system for 3 months maximum after baby arrives. So I know by March next year this will (all being well) be over and done with. What I cannot imagine is being in chronic pain without an end in sight. God bless those people who suffer with constant chronic pain. I don’t know how they cope and survive.
In other baby news I had to explain what an umbilical cord was to the girls this week. We have already had the ‘how does baby get out?’ question, made easy by my cesarean scar (although it did take the girls a few days to get over the idea that the Dr will cut me! poor little loves!). I love that they are so interested and have great questions, but sometimes an answer is a little bit beyond me. Particularly when it came to the cutting of the cord and how a belly button is the result! Thank goodness hubby came home and fielded it beautifully. Although a few days later I overheard Miss 4-year-old telling Miss 3-year-old that after she was born she had a peg holding her belly together…