Today we hit 33 weeks. It also feels like I’ve hit a wall. I do not want to be going to work.
Perhaps that’s due to a number of things and not just pregnancy.
Today would have been my grandad’s birthday. He would have loved to be involved in becoming a great-grandad. It’s sad that he’s just one of many who would have been enjoying this moment with us but he’s not.
And then I come to the main reason why I’m more than a bit tearful today (and want to lock myself away from everyone). Today was baby no.1’s due date. 6 January. And I don’t quite know how to be today. I’m sad at the life that never got to be, but I should also be taking this moment to be thankful for the baby growing in my belly that has gotten to 33 weeks.
I’m sure today will be a rollercoaster of emotions. Let’s hope the baby in my belly gives me lots of kicks and rolls of reassurance to get me through the day in one piece.