By any measure I am now in the third trimester. How crazy is that? We didn't know if we could get pregnant. We held our breath through the first trimester. We prayed for 24 weeks in the second trimester and now here I am - 27 weeks and 4 days.
This weekend's preparations included ordering a baby book so I can put these thoughts somewhere besides online, cleaning out the bookshelf in the living room, and spending lots of time with Carolyn. Carolyn was mainly here to poke baby Amina, but spent plenty of timing rubbing my enormous belly, which seems to get bigger by the minute. The next time I see her, God-willing, she will be here to poke at our new baby!
And on Saturday we lost my Aunt Anne, or Annie Annie, as I called her most of my life. A small part of me held out hope that she would live long enough to meet Rudy but I am grateful that she is not in pain any more. Anne always made me feel confident, gorgeous and smart. She showed me how to break the rules that didn't matter, how to dance, how to flirt, how to French braid hair, how to follow your heart and be who you are no matter what people think. She also made the best snacks in the universe. I can only hope that Rudy will have someone like Annie Annie in her life. She meant the world to me and I don't know who I would be if she hadn't been part of my life, but I definitely know that the last 32 years would have been a lot less fun. The last thing she said to me was that she would see me again. I hope she is right. I miss her so much already.
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