It’s the eve before your birthday. Much to my dismay, my water must be broken tomorrow morning to ensure that the midwife I would like to deliver you is there to catch you, and because I am approaching 42 weeks. You have become quite comfortable inside of me and although I am anxious to meet you, hold you, find out what gender you are, and name you; I am rather comfortable having you stay put for a little longer too. But it is time.
You are my 4th and final baby and we are excited to have you complete our family.
Sleepless nights here we come….
