My mind’s too tired to think of any poetry at the moment. I’m feeling pretty fed up of pregnancy and just want to meet our baby boy now! Friends who we are journeying along with are having their babies and as I hold them and look down on them, I imagine what it will be like to hold and look at you. To feed you. To soothe you. To have you fall asleep. To hand you to family and friends. To hand you to your daddy, and be handed you by him. To watch him feed you, soothe you, change you, talk to you and kiss you. We still have at least another month to wait, Caleb, and we are getting impatient! But there is still much to do, much to prepare. We had a party yesterday to celebrate you and those who could make it were just a tiny slither of the village who are going to be around you, helping to raise you. So many people are so excited for you, but none more than your mummy and daddy. Stay cooking in there, bub, and when you’re ready, we’ll be ready and we will love you so, so much.