In 12 sleeps you will be three years old and it’s during countdowns like this that I think a lot of moms get sentimental and think back to when there were literal and emotional flutters in our tummies waiting for our precious beings to arrive.
When I was pregnant, I kept a journal, from the day I found out I was pregnant, to when you were a few months old. A lot of it recorded mundane stuff like food cravings and aversions, but the deeper stuff went into how I what I felt, feared and anticipated. For shits and giggles one day, I hope to share it all with you. So you can see how your development, mine as a mom, and to know how much we loved you from the second we knew about you.
Just days before your birth, I journalled about shooting pains, loss of appetite, and my stomach bouncing and flouncing (you used to punch and kick so much so that outsiders could see movement. I wrote about your nursery being ready, and how I couldn’t wait to meet a being who I already knew was a wise old soul.
As we near the 22nd, I’m getting nostalgic and reminiscing, and I know that every jasmine flower and spring smell will always remind me of your birth and such astounding life changes.
Happy almost-birthday dude.
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