So tomorrow, we get to meet Our Son. After months of seeing him on an ultrasound and weeks of feeling him move and kick and wiggle inside me, tomorrow we will finally come face to face.
It’s a pretty surreal feeling and if I’m honest, I still don’t totally comprehend the fact that in 12 hours from now, The Runner and I will be sitting (or lying) down in hospital waiting to be taken into an operating theatre. It’s been a long, not always easy journey to get this far, but I’m so happy and thankful that we have nearly made it to the finish line….. Or maybe it’s the only the starting line really!
Either way, we’re here. And we will soon be three. A cook, a runner and a little boy who is full of possibilities.
In the last few weeks, we have had lots of lasts or at least “lasts for a while” but tonight is a first. Tonight, I am baking a first birth day cake for our son. A Tres Leches Cake which hopefully The Runner will remember to bring me slices of this week in hospital- it’s going to be a pretty big week and I reckon cake is good for recovery!