Oh sweet, third child; growing beautifully amidst the palaver of busy life. I’m 20 weeks pregnant and feeling incredibly well, albeit a bit tired.
Daniel and I spoke about this baby for a long while before we decided that the time was right. And only now, halfway through the pregnancy, does it feel real. We keep remembering what’s to come: labour (!), the first glance, naming, sibling love (and rivalry?), baby breath, kisses, sleeplessness, breastfeeding, copious nappy changes, adjustment, transition, new beginnings. For now I’m relishing in my swelling belly and the constant, energetic kicks. There is new life and it never ceases to amaze.
We constantly wonder; is it a boy or a girl? What do you think?
I’m wearing this dress most days because comfort is priority