This morning I woke up and all these amazing things came flooding into my mind. How everything I’d ever dreamed of for myself had all actually come true after all. And while I’d always thought I’d never achieved so many of my ambitions, I have, only mostly on a smaller scale than I was expecting.
So as I happily work my way through my stash, discovering what it’s like to be well again, but now realising I’m allergic to the cats and probably have been for the past few months, wondering when the contractions will start; the days get longer.. and the birds begin to sing again.
39 weeks today. Things starting to move. Feeling slightly nervous.