There is no way of knowing. It could be filled with exuberant familial bliss. It could be exhausting or frustrating. It could be the blackest of times—the end of all we hope for. Screaming pain and fearful forces will challenge our limits. End result? A new life to joyfully rejuvenate… perhaps.
At this early stage, I entrap excitement about the potential future; fortify my mind to all possibilities. Each day between then and now will be a yawning drudgery of shops and traffic, cleaning spoons, plumping pillows. Always waiting for what may never be and what could be… everything.