So I’ve been thinking about this in quiet moments I have to myself, and asking myself how this is really sitting with me. I’m having my last baby. Ever. There will be no more pregnancy tests, birth preparations and bringing home a new member of the family after this one. It’s the last time. And that means the last time for many things.
Just writing that makes me feel a little bit sad and nostalgic, it’s dawning on me that all the firsts that this new little babe will have, will be my lasts. There was an article circulating Facebook a little while ago about all the little things that your baby does as they grow, will one day stop but you won’t know it was the last time until you realise a while later that they don’t do that or need you for that anymore. So true.
I can honestly say though that I feel like I’m ready for this to be my last. My body is telling me that this is pushing the limit. I’m fit and well, but this pregnancy so far feels that little bit harder. And I don’t have that feeling of ‘yeah I could do this again.’ like I’ve had after each of my other babies. My body will be happy for this to be the last pregnancy and birth.
It’s just different this time, which is a bit weird because it also feels completely foreign to me to not have those familiar feelings.
Despite all the nostalgia, I just feel done. So I’m just going to try and make the most of al the little moment, so when I look back on the baby days I can be happy that I was there for all the lasts.
Ps Now I’m a bit teary!
(These are all pics of our most recent baby, Digby.)