a different type of Monday.

The breeze from the fan is seducing me to sleep.
Praise music is whispering to me.
Story of a wonderful natural birth is putting hope in me.
His fluttery movements in my belly feels strangely magical.

I call out to him every now and then; to make sure he knows mummy is awake and just lazing on the bed.

I have had many Mondays in my life but none quite like this.

Advertisements