Well, I made it. I’m officially 280 days into this pregnancy thing, and there doesn’t appear to be much of a sign that my little journey is going to be coming to a close in a hurry. It’s amazing to think that I’ve been pregnant for the last 40 weeks, and also that I’ve accomplished so much other stuff at the same time (seriously 2018, you were an adventure!). Pregnancy has been a constant series of unexpected phenomenon, magical moments and incredible realisations. I have grown a person! My son has gone from being a poppy seed to a pumpkin, and that’s something that still just blows me away.
I am 40 weeks, which means today is the official due date of our little passenger. It seems that, unlike his parents, he doesn’t put quite as much focus on being prompt and arriving on time, but that’s ok. We have no doubt that he’s worth the wait. I’ve spent the last three weeks madly trying to get him to arrive earlier, but clearly he’s pretty comfy in that one womb apartment (sorry, couldn’t help myself) and isn’t in a hurry to go anywhere. So really all the chilli, walking, clary sage, bouncing on the exercise ball, going up and down the stairs have just been a fun little way to pass the time in the early stages of my maternity leave. At the very least, staying active in the hope of encouraging labour has left my fitness goals in good standing, which should help to even out the laying about I’m planning for when he actually arrives!
So, little guy, a note on what might have been your birthday: we are so eager to meet you.