On the final stretch

I keep telling myself I’m on the final stretch. I can almost visualise the finishing line and it’s teeming with nappies, nipple cream and muslin squares.

The things I have been washing!

The books I have been reading!

The dreams I have been dreaming!

Only this time, I know that none of it can really prepare me for what is coming.

I’m veering between wild excitement and wild panic. I can’t wait to find out if its a girl or a boy and I can’t wait to hold him/ her for the first time. But then I panic and think what if it doesn’t feel right? And then I remind myself of how far I have come and how much stronger I am this time, compared to last.

I’ve started writing another book this week. Its one I’ve wanted to write for a long time and now that I’ve started I just can’t stop. I’ve done 10, 524 words today alone. And in doing so, I am learning even more about myself.

I’m a stronger person now. I used to believe I was broken, damaged beyond repair. I now know that there are many more things yet to be thrown at me in life- and I can take it all.

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