one part me, one part you

Scrawling through endless images in the early am while the boy snoozes and our humble television hums in the background.  I’m finding sleepless nights second nature, spending hours in awe over the little girl tossing in my tummy and revelling in moments of silence knowing this may be a thing of the past in a few weeks time.  Pregnancy is not something I ever imagine missing, but a fulfilling experience I won’t forget.  The growing love for someone I know so little about is overwhelmingly pure and refreshing.   My thoughts focus easily and conventional problems seem so trivial in a life where you are preparing for the arrival of someone that is one portion you and one portion the person you care about most.  In a busy city it’s easy to find yourself lost in crammed schedules, petty gossip, ambition turned to envy, and everything in between.  Somehow it feels this has been wiped clean.  I’m more content than ever, cuddled with the boy, mapping out this year and many more to come.   Only 5 weeks to go.  Not long now.

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