I patiently await your birth
I'll start by saying these are just my opinions, based on my experiences in preparing for the birth of three babies so far. I remember trawling the internet for hours, searching for every little thing to make sure I was prepared. Here is a list I wish I had seen.
When you think back to being a child, most of the happy memories that pop into your head are of things like your favourite toy, game or activity. For me it's making mud pies on the hill outside the house, riding my bike, sleepovers with friends, going to the woods, playing in the water and sandpit and playing make believe games. I recall a distinctly unique element to these things: being utterly carefree. There was no pressure to track my progress in any of these endeavors, no purpose needed to be explained. They existed simply for fun and I was allowed to immerse myself in them with no other desired outcome needed.
When you really care about someone, you care about what they think of you. It's a perfectly normal part of forming connections. When I buy a new item of clothing, I wonder if my husband will like it. I constantly wonder what my kids will think of me when they grow up. When I meet up with friends, I wonder what they think about me. Almost always, if there was something I could do to positively impact the way someone viewed me, be it about a deeply important part of who I am or something as simple and, frankly, vain as a new dress, I would do it.
Everybody parents in a different way, but I think there are some things we can agree on. I have a two year old, a one year old and am heavily pregnant and my life now looks very different than three years ago...