My sweet, amazing friend Tricia is 37 weeks pregnant with her first child.
And, while I'm breathless with relief that I am through this phase of my life, I remember the excitement, the anticipation of meeting the person I was creating.
It still kind of boggles my mind: that I made another person. That Tricia's body is making another body.
Weird. But also miraculous.
When I met Tricia for coffee this morning, her expression, when she arrived, was a cocktail of irritation, amusement at her irritation, and affection.
I remember this stage well, too. You just want to be done. You want your body back.
But, the thing is, you don't really get your body back. You can lose the weight, yes. You can whip your muscles into shape. You're never completely your own person again, though.
Your kids are always part of you.
They cling to you when they're scared, they hug with abandon, they step on your toes, they jab you in the ribs, they occasionally sleep next to you and, even when they're older and are away, they worry you, they occupy your thoughts.
It is all just starting for Tricia. It'll be her own journey, different from mine or anyone else's. And I feel honored to be part of it.