bump of mine

They say I’ll be ready to be done being pregnant soon, I’ll be trying all sorts of things to get this baby out. Maybe they’re right. 

But right now, I know I’m gonna miss this bump of mine. I’ll miss feeling like this little person is a part of me, everywhere, almost like my conscience, as close as my own soul. I’ll miss the magic of those subtle movements. 

I’ll miss the ease of knowing you’re always just right there. 

I know it will only get more magical - to see your face, to watch you open your eyes, to hear your voice. I can’t wait. 

And yet, I can wait. I don’t want to rush a moment of these fleeting forty weeks. I don’t want to forget a second of what it was like to hold you inside. 

I love you, little bump.