7 months, 210 days 30 weeks until you arrive in my arms- new to the world; new to me, part of me as no one else has been or will be.
I cannot feel you inside me, tiny one- though I know you are barely the size of my thumb.
Each moment you become more of yourself as I am, as we all are-
when you are born you will open your eyes for that first glance, first breath, first moment in the world and you will remember it, etch it deep in your treasure chest of firsts; first kiss first car first job, cherish it like I cherish each day I carry you.
I'll live here, breathe here for the last 7 months 210 days, 30 weeks until you become my gravity and push me up up up until I reach the tippy top and greet the light that must certainly be waiting.