For some reason, I thought that I would be delivering this weekend. And unless something crazy happens between now and midnight (less than 4 hours), I don’t think these will be Labor Day deliveries. I’m both relieved and also growing more eager to meet these two. So thankful we are now at 35 weeks! I found this poem that I wrote during my 29th week – to which this post itself is an answer to the prayer voiced at the end. And strange how I feel much the same as I did when I wrote this (except that I am now off bed rest, at least in theory – the reality is that my energy level and physical discomfort still keeps me from most “regular” activitiy).
To be out of bed rest
Just one body, rather than three-in-one.
Muscles relaxing instead of stretching
Seeing face to face
Not just flutters, kicks, and bladder punches to communicate
Who will you look like?
Blue eyes, I bet, but what else?
Blonde hair, like Daddy as a kid –
Or brown hair, like me?
Big eyes taking in the world from moment one as I did?
Or scrunched in confusion and shock as you exit your cozy womb.
(I am not so cozy though)
Yes, there will be crying and feeding …
But also smiling and cooing.
Lord, how long?
I pray it’s longer still yet I also ask you to give endurance.
I feel like mine’s worn out.