37 Weeks

37 weeks (in the UK) marks the opening of the "everything's as ok as it can be" window. Aka "term". So it would be within the realms of "normal" to have a baby now. 

For me that translates to now we wait... 

Little things are in place. Steve and I make an agreement I won't ring him at work unless it's THE call, so when THE call comes he must answer. My requests for Green & Blacks chocolate, jobs to be done  when he gets home or agreements for online baby purchases have to be sent via text... Which is a shame because I make a much less compelling case for a 39th baby grow in writing. Also my Mum's overnight bag to come help with Euna and the birth is packed. She's ordered to stay in county. All plans are made under the proviso that I'm not having a baby and no matter how lovely the engagement I get really excited about the prospect of missing all of them.

I want to get as many pictures as possible too. Whilst in my mind I don't nearly feel "done" with the baby making, nothing is guaranteed and I want to savour every kick, every moment of boy/girl contemplation, every feel and look at my bulging tum and especially every minute I spend excited imagining what's to come. 

There are moment's I've spent 8 months dreaming about: the moment we find out if it's a boy or girl, the first feed, the first time Euna meets her little sibling, the first time the four of us snuggle in bed together or talk a walk or sit down to Sunday dinner... So many. And the more excited I get, the higher I realise the stakes are and tiny whispered "what ifs" twitch in the back of my mind... I like to think I just know how lucky we are.

We wait. We try to enjoy what's here in the meantime... But really we're just filling time whilst we wait. It's too exciting not to. 

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