From The Trees to Seas

It’s amazing. It’s frightening. And it’s absolutely exhilarating.

In just two more sleeps, I’ll be holding this little soul in my arms — this tiny person I’ve been growing and loving for months. He’s a wild card, a whole new dynamic we can’t wait to meet. What will he be like? Who will he look like? Who will he become?

It’s one thing to say, “I’m having a baby on Friday.” It’s another to truly acknowledge: “On Friday, I am bringing a new soul — a whole new life — into the world.”

I thought for sure he’d come early, like his brother did. I pictured it all catching me by surprise. But here we are, waiting for his scheduled arrival, and I can’t help but wonder — if it were entirely up to him, when would he have chosen to be born?

With my first pregnancy, I longed for a natural birth, but everything that could go wrong did. After much thought, and many hours working with my homeopathic doctor to release the trauma of that experience, we decided a scheduled C-section would be the way to reclaim my power. This choice isn’t about fear — it’s about grace, healing, and stepping into this birth fully on my own terms.

It amazes me how different these two journeys have been. My first pregnancy was difficult and exhausting. This one, while not without its challenges, has been beautiful, comfortable (mostly), and filled with moments that feel deeply natural. Could I have gone another week? Would this little one have stayed tucked in longer? I’ll never know. But here we are, and Friday feels like a day full of beauty, grace, and empowerment.

I’ve nested. I’ve prepared. I’ve had the gift of a time-stamped day that speaks to my type-A heart — allowing me to plan, to make, and to ready everything without last-minute surprises.

Now we wait. Now we see. And on Friday, we will greet the day together. We will meet this new little soul, and watch as our family grows and shifts into this unexpected but deeply welcome season we’ve been blessed with.