I will be 39 weeks pregnant on Monday. This will be our last child. There is a thought of completition and also a thought of relief that I never have to do this again.
But in some ways I'm approaching some lasts. This is the last time I will give birth to a baby. It is the last time I will hear someone say "it's ___" and have it pertain to my child. It's the last time I will hold a brand spanking new baby.
It's the last time we will bring home a new baby. It's the last time our children will meet there sibling. It's the last time I will feel a baby kick in my belly.
There are so many lasts that will occur in the week ahead. I'm not sad at all. I'm just acknowledging there are some lasts coming up and I'm trying to savor each and every moment.
My lasts are very little sad endings but more they signal a happy beginning of something new and better.
My friend Joy has experienced some real lasts and it is much different.