Glastonbury Festival is on the TV. Michael and I are snuggled up on our sofa with mugs of honey and lemon, the dogs are sprawled out snoozing and the cat is curled up with us too. It seems like an average Sunday night in our house, chilling out before the week of work ahead. BUT it isn't an average Sunday night at all. We're all sharing a secret, and we're all very excited.
Our little secret is only 5 weeks young, hiding in my tummy. Yup, Michael and I are pregnant.We're having a baby!
Your skin, Oh yeah your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, do you know, you know I love you so, you know I love you so...
I want to pour my heart out, of course my heart has inflated to the size of the world, so there's a lot of words.
My mind is full of scribbles "I already love this little baby so much" (despite it being a teeny tiny mass of cells at this stage) "I can't wait to meet them" "I'm scared and my body is changing". Blah blah blah. I keep reassuring myself that I won't be like the others, I won't spend the next
I swam across, I jumped across for you, Oh what a thing to do, 'cause you were all yellow. I drew a line, I drew a line for you, Oh what a thing to do, and it was all yellow.
2 months to go for some reassurance, it feels like eternity. Typically I've been busy on Pinterest, gathering ideas for the announcements to family and friends, the baby shower, the nursery, the clothes, the fun bits and bobs. I'm saving the birth plan and the medical decisions until we need them... I'm happy living in cloud 9 for now.
Your Skin, Oh yeah your skin and bones, turn into something beautiful, do you know, for you I'd bleed myself dry, for you I'd bleed myself dry. It's true, look how they shine for you, look how they shine for you, look how they shine.
Look at the stars, look how they shine for you, and all the things that you do.