There are only three days left of my second pregnancy, at most. Just three days and three nights living with my baby in the same body, unless she decides to evict him before.
Taking stock of the nine months, a lot of feelings arise that I will try to convey.
On the one hand, I look back and I think it was yesterday when I took the pregnancy test. On the other, I think of the discomfort, the ultrasound, the gut growing slowly and it seems like an eternity.
Anyway, I can't believe that in just three days I will have her in my arms.
I am dying to meet her and know her, but at the same time I would like to have her all my life inside of me, just for me. It may sound somewhat selfish but it is the truth. I think it's the last three days of a family of three, that we will soon be four, that my two-year-old daughter has only three days left as an only child.
I eat the anxiety to see the baby's face, to see the little girl's face when she sees her little sister, to see me with my two princesses in her arms and to see the face of the family's father with his little harem.
They will wonder why three days. It is not that I am guessing or that my intuition is so powerful, but that it will be a scheduled birth, just as my previous birth was.
Some will say that scheduled deliveries are "synthetic", which are only a convenience for doctors, blah, blah, blah ...
You may have some reason, but the truth that for me was an ideal, painless delivery, I enjoyed it fully and I am delighted to repeat that unique experience.
In three days, at most.
