No, we’re not there yet. Nearly, though. Only 9 days left till my due date.
I confess I haven’t been myself this week. I’d love to poetically articulate what’s been on my mind, except the only word that I think accurately describes it is BEWILDERED.
Twenty-one days today, if not before, I’m going to become a mother.
Sometime in the spring, I woke up to find the builders still working on our estate had planted two trees behind our back fence. At the time they were little more than sticks. The other night I watched the sun casting its last rays on their little budding leaves in front of a backdrop of moody grey cloud, and really thought about what that means.
A mother. Me.
This is going to be one hell of a project.