"a son's gonna rise in a mile. in a mile you'll be feelin' fine" - citizen cope

the hugeness of it all - 28 weeks {a picture for ashlee}

um. yes. why hello, third trimester.
i remember you.
my aching hips.
the tossing and turning trying to catch just a wink of good sleep.
bumping into things with the hugeness of this very-much-there belly.
the rush of things i've got left to do.
oh my! do i have alot left to do.

it's all sort of snuck up on me. the hustle and bustle of chasing that boy and the daily living we've been doing has sort of masked the months ticking by and all of a sudden... this new boy will be making his grand debut in a mere matter of weeks.
it's different this time. this birth year. looking back on my months of growing a lucas bean, i've realized that i was a bit naive. the reality of his birth story has yet to settle in me. and i'm going to spend the next few months diving deep into that.
this babe will have his own story. i'm anxious to learn of it. and a whole big bit of scared, too. i've been careful to notice each growing milestone this time around, checking them off one by one very cautiously. much more aware that each passing week that is still spent growing babe is a blessing. a big huge blessing.

and here we are.
i can imagine it now.
imagine tiny boy feets.
the fresh smell of new baby snuggled up to me.
a hungry little nursling.
wrapped up in blankets i've made for only him.
his handsome name.

i am sad that weeks four through twenty-eight have sort of whizzed by in a blur and the tiny blip of moment that this boy will share here safely with me has passed without enough time to relish in it.
i love this gift i've been given. this child bearing gift.
the hugeness of it all.

goodnight loves, lin