In 12 more hours, my child I have dreamed of for more than a decade
Will no longer be snuggled underneath my skin, but instead in my arms (IA)
Surreal, still.
I am 39 weeks today. Baby is just as stubborn as me, breech and refusing to turn despite me doing everything in my power to convince him.
Last time we saw him, his head was cradled right under my rib cage, he was facing left, one leg in my left pelvis, the other in my left rib. We don't even know how he's managing the moves in there.
But, I won't have to guess anymore. I'll have him here, in front of me. Living breathing tangible.
I don't know how I'm feeling. Shocked scared numb excited overwhelmed. I'm ready and not ready.
Bismillah. Let this new story begin.
