oh i miss those days..
belly full of baby, no idea who was inside
preparing the house to birth in
greeting every morning sun on my own, before claire would toddle down the stairs to join me..
i don't imagine that there is anything more holy than this.
and in rediscovering these pictures this morning
there's that tinge of grief and longing
the baby that never was, how i would be a day shy of 32 weeks pregnant right now with our third.
exhausted and wrecked, with no sleep between two wild children and one within.
preparing supplies and my house for a birth in 10 weeks time
there's something so jarring about reaching milestones of empty.
belly full of baby, no idea who was inside
preparing the house to birth in
greeting every morning sun on my own, before claire would toddle down the stairs to join me..
i don't imagine that there is anything more holy than this.
and in rediscovering these pictures this morning
there's that tinge of grief and longing
the baby that never was, how i would be a day shy of 32 weeks pregnant right now with our third.
exhausted and wrecked, with no sleep between two wild children and one within.
preparing supplies and my house for a birth in 10 weeks time
there's something so jarring about reaching milestones of empty.