Kyra**
The next two weeks passed in a rhythm I never expected to fall into.
Not exciting.
Not dramatic.
Just… steady.
Every morning, I’d wake up, make breakfast, answer a few work emails if I felt up to it, and figure out what my body was willing to tolerate that day. Some days I had energy. Some days the baby seemed determined to remind me that growing a human was a full-time job.
The house felt different now.
Warmer.
Lived in.
There were little reminders everywhere that my life was changing. Prenatal vitamins on the kitchen counter. Baby articles open on my tablet. Tiny notes I’d leave myself so I wouldn’t forget questions for the doctor.
I spent my days taking walks, doing light chores, resting when I needed to, and slowly preparing for a future that was getting closer every d
