When I went back to work after having the Kid, I wrote that I would miss our afternoon "witching hour" reading sessions the most. With Little Miss it's completely the opposite--as we end our 4th trimester, all I can think of is how I'm going to miss our mornings.
Curling up in a warm cocoon of blankets and sheets. Listening to the buzz of the space heater kicking on and off, as we doze back to sleep. Watching the thin, winter light play on her perfect, sleeping face. Sipping a cup of coffee. Listening to her coo. Snuggling in for her morning snack.
Breastfeeding her has worked out so much better than it did with the Kid. Even though we've hit the point where we're going to be done sooner than I'd like, the middle of the night and early morning feedings that we've dwindled down to have been so sweet that I can't begrudge the experience a bit. They've given me the excuse to be lazier than I might otherwise have been; to linger and just be with her a little longer each day.
It's not as if we'll never ever have another morning to sleep-in together, but we'll probably never have such a nice stretch of them to ourselves again.
"It's time," I keep telling people when they ask if I'm happy to be going back to work. And it is. But, just the same, I'm so glad we've had these weeks to nest and--even with the hard parts--I'll miss them.
On a lighter note, confidential to my faithful latte fairy: I love you. Thank you. And mostly, enjoy your turn!