June 8, 2011
Five weeks to go and I'm noticing little rituals forming in my day - a cup of tea in the morning sun just one of them. The ledge for the tea cup is handy too. Baby is still dancing in my belly, stretching it's legs and arching its back - the sure sign of a yogi or, perhaps, a ballerina. Braxton hicks have stepped up a notch this week, encouraging me to be in the moment and reminding me to breathe deep. I'm still teaching classes, still writing articles. But soon, work will slow down and I'll just 'be' for those last few weeks. Slowly yet purposefully preparing, feathering and waiting for baby's arrival. On the full moon, perhaps.