36 weeks pregnant.
36 weeks of growing you. I admit, I didn't expect you to stay. I am in a panic to wash your things, buy diapers and bottles and nuks. Things I did for your brothers ages before their due dates. But I really had no confidence that you would live. Im 36 weeks and just beginning to think that you will bere. And soon. And I'm so happy that i hide my smiles. Just in case.
No comments:
Post a Comment