We are so far behind on decorating we've only got enough time to put the tree up. You've been working more now since I went on paternity leave and I can't tell you just how much I appreciate you. My body is cumbersome now, a gravid orb jutting from my middle to show just how good you bred me nine months ago. I can't do nearly as much as I did so I am constantly frustrated that all the burden has been put on your shoulders.
"You just keep this little one cooking alright? Let me take care of you." you reassure me several times a day. You kiss my cheeks and repeat yourself when I find myself shouting at something on the ground because I couldn't reach it. You scoop it up, patting my belly with a loving smile before going back to work on getting the tree up. I love you so very much.
The last ornament is placed on the tree ( all thanks to you, I got too tired to stand for long ) and we just need to plug the lights in. You get everything set up before helping me from the couch, bringing me over to the outlet so we can plug it in together. Beautiful colors light up the little corner and you woop in excitement. The baby jostled at the noise, making me wince at the tight discomfort of their little body attacking my insides. I lean into you while dragging your hand to my distorted middle for help calming down your child. As instantly as the fetus began they stopped, loving the touch from their other parent as much as I did. We stand there in awe at our lives of soon-to-be parents in the warm lights of the tree.
"Let's go get you and the baby fed before Santa comes to visit." you whisper in my ear. Kneeling down to kiss my belly you whisper something to the baby—whatever it was you said it made them go wild again and my belly tensed in retaliation of our unborn's movements. You chuckle, kissing the baby and me again then walk off to the kitchen. I rub around my heavy bump silently begging them to stay in until after the holiday. My body had begun aching early this morning then well into the afternoon I had to put a heating pad on my lower back to soothe the intense aches. I didn't tell you how low my belly set on me or that I had been feeling little false labor ains throughout the day. I didn't want to worry you like the last false alarm this past week. When it really was labor, I would tell you.
Just until Monday baby, don't come out just yet please.