My Fridays are dotted with emails and iPhone notifications that New Girl is growing. And in doing that growing, we’re all growing closer to her arrival.
Fridays are my “turn days” where I advance from one week of pregnancy to the next.
Today, I’m 24 weeks pregnant.
In so many ways I feel completely unprepared for this new little baby.
And then I just tell myself that as long as my boobs work, we’re good. At least for a little while.
I find myself grabbing my belly, reveling in her kicks and wiggles, imagining whether she’ll look like me or Dan. I dream of the future.
And then I see Joshua. Or I hear Joshua. Or I feel Joshua because he’s crawled into my lap for the 214th time that day. I live in the present.
Sometimes I’m holding him in a Mama Snuggle and I feel her move and then I realize that in a way I’m holding them both at the same time.
I know my Mama Heart is big enough for both of them now.