In my mind, I sing lullabies to this baby.
I wonder sometimes if there is some link between us, some method of communicating that doesn't require sound. I often find myself patting my belly, cooing silently, "You're ok," and singing these songs.
I can't wait to hold this child. I can't wait to place my hand on the warm, soft skin of my baby's back. I can't wait to stare endlessly at this tiny face, feel little fingers and toes wiggling, hear the sweet soft sounds the baby will make. I can't wait to smell that little hollow at the back of my baby's neck. I can't wait to watch my husband soothing our child.
Our child. We're having a baby.
Lullaby, twilight is spreading
Silver wings over the sky;
Fairy elves are softly treading,
Folding buds as they pass by.
Lullaby, whisper and sigh,
Lullaby, lullaby.