My belly has grown, skin taut and stretched and full of baby. Husband, son, and I have been showered (and showered, and showered again) with the love and gifts of generous-hearted people who are rejoicing with us in our growing family. I've just recently joined the vast community of women who experience time morphing into a much slower version of itself during the last week or two of being pregnant.
And...
I fell down the stairs on Valentine's Day (while holding my lovely gifts from Rundy) and injured my tailbone; just my tailbone, though, not the baby! Nothing like heading into labor nice and bruised.
[But the state of my coccyx isn't the point of this post; it's just a minor detour since I am so very conscious of said tailbone as I sit upon it writing these words.]
Basically, I just wanted to share a few photos. I've nothing really profound to say; the things inside me are wordless now, and I imagine will remain so after our son, God willing, comes into the world. Memories come in flashes in these days of waiting for our boy: memories of the grandpa he'll never know, memories of the ultrasound image of his older sibling whose heart we never saw beating. Memories of so many things, and dreams night after night of what's to come.
In lieu of words, I give you pictures.
Valentine's Day gifts from Heart: chocolates, homemade soaps, and an orchid (floating bloom courtesy of my fall down the stairs).
And pictures of my 39 weeks pregnant self, waiting for the rest of life to begin.
