A story taken from Farmer Molly’s blog, Organic Spark. Originally told December 12, 2014.
In March of this year, things were beginning to sprout up on the farm, and I started growing a person. So many things have happened since – the peak season has come and gone, family and friends have visited and departed, all while this little boy has been diligently working in solitude, and now, with the days turned inward and our Christmas tree casting an inviting light on the den, we await his arrival, our grandest present.
I also gained an expansive appreciation for all that my husband is and does, more than ever before. I noticed how he completes our unit, how hard he works, how much he cares. I love him.
And now, just 8 days away from my due date of December 20, I just wait. I’ve scaled back my work to mainly just emailing and unavoidable things. I’m reminding myself that I am still important, though not in the same ways that I have been. I worry a little, here and there, about the delivery, finding my way after the birth and remembering who I was and am in the process. But, mostly, I am excited, ready and thankful for this long runway because God knows what he is doing to give our big brains time to get acclimated. So, I try to embrace this sweet sliver of remaining time with a centered spirit, as all those who love me have suggested.