Baby Luna is scheduled for delivery on Friday. (Unless the storm that brought this morning’s snow also brings us a baby before then.) While I am elated at being released from what my friend Melissa calls “House Arrest”, and I can’t wait to snuggle my new baby, I would be lying if I didn’t admit to being a little anxious about what will change.
This is the last time our family will number 7.
This is the last time I will ever be pregnant.
Last time to feel a baby kick and move inside me.
Last time to bond with Kenny over a new life that we created.
Last time to be pampered at the Women’s Center.
Last two nights of decent sleep, at least for the next few months. :)
Last time wearing maternity clothes. (I can’t say I’m too sad about this one.)
Last c-section and recovery. (I can definitely say I’m not heartbroken about this one.)
There are a lot of other things I’ll miss about my life the way it is right now. I’m sure that several of those will include doing things with two hands, showering regularly, and not having to take a double stroller everywhere. However, when I think about all I get to look forward to (a new baby, nighttime feeding sessions that are exclusively ours, a new baby, our completed eternal family, and have I mentioned a new baby?), those little things seem trivial in comparison.
As much as I love being pregnant (and really, I do!), there is nothing like holding– or, in my case, seeing over the surgery curtain– your brand new baby, knowing that it came from a divine place, and realizing that it is yours. Yours to love, to nurture, to bless, and to teach.
So, while there are a lot of “lasts” in my immediate future, there are equally as many beginnings in store.
Here’s to our new family… a family of 8.