Week Thirty-Seven

as of this week, i now officially have a full-term pregnancy.
this is kind of crazy for me to wrap my head around -- not the fact i am full-term with a kicking baby boy, but it astonishes me that i can post that sentence here... and it's true. looking back, i can honestly say there was a part of me that never thought i'd be able to write that. and now that i have, it feels almost like someone else's reality. because i truly believe this is a gift of grace, pretty much a miracle that i did nothing to deserve, there is a sense of wonder about it all. when i go for walks waddles around the neighbourhood, i'm suffused by a sense of awed gratefulness that This Is Happening, This is Really Happening.
i know my somatic therapist would tell me to be present in the moment and feel in my body the gratefulness and the marvel. it feels like a soft enveloping cocoon, this thankfulness for you -- my community of hope, and for my amazing husband, and for this body that is growing a tiny human. and of course, for said tiny human who is my son.
i'm not sure what to do after Week Forty (if we make it that far before Tummymuffin IV makes his world debut); if this blog will continue as a chronicle of TM4 or if i'll move that elsewhere. i also have no idea if our journey of family-making will continue, and if so, exactly how. but i'll let you know.
well, me and my magnificent enormous belly are now going for a grateful waddle. thank you for your continued prayers, love, good thoughts, and support.
it's the home stretch & i can hear you cheering.