February 11, 2013 by narvyspeaks
Twenty days. Twenty days. This is what my pregnancy app tells me this morning, that my baby is due to be born in a mere 20 days. How can it be so close?
Throughout this pregnancy — through the excitement of amazingly strong kicks, tiny hiccups, and a steady little heartbeat…as well as the silent moments when we both sit and stare wistfully at my belly, and the times when we cry tears of heartbreak — neither hubs nor I have felt like we’ve been in denial about what’s going on. I’ve tried to gather useful medical information so I’m aware of what’s going on, I’ve tried to make arrangements that will help our time with our son be as meaningful and stress-free as possible, and I’ve tried to savour the time we’ve had together as a family of three. In the past couple of weeks, however, I think I’ve been taking such a ‘practical’ view of the situation that I’ve been pushing away the reality of TIME. Today it is hitting me.
Today is a really tough day. Today I’m thinking about, but hating to think about, having to let go of my little boy — having to say goodbye.
If you pray, could you pray for peace for me today?