Mummy’s superhero. The cape and the tights aren’t as obvious as they should be in this picture.
I was late with this post Duncan, and I’m sorry. In fact I’m sorry for a lot these days, as the last weeks of pregnancy get in the way with all the things I want to do with you. I have trouble getting up and down off the floor, I don’t have the energy I should, and we’ve missed the special window your Daddy and I had planned to spend time as a family of four before your grandparents start arriving. I’m sorry that my body’s just not able to do it, that labour turned off on Tuesday, which would have been the perfect time for you for your sibling to arrive (because of nursery, and your best friend still being in town to play with you while we were at the hospital).
But whenever I’m down and spend time with you, I start to feel better. You give me cuddles, spread cocoa butter all over my belly, jump all over my bed, and generally force me to enjoy the moment. You try to boss me around and often it’s probably for my own good. I’m still in charge of bedtimes and mealtimes, but more and more you’re telling me what we need to do for the in-betweens – how to play or when to snuggle. You’re my perfect wee man!
This is the last of the monthly posts too – as next month you turn two and we start to mark your age in larger segments of time, so maybe I’m allowed to be all sappy in this one and say how in these last few weeks of pregnancy, I’m so so so glad I have you. I can’t even imagine this new baby that’s coming, I haven’t been able to bond with it at all, but every time I look at you, my heart swells up and I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. I love being your mummy, all the time, and you are my superhero these days.