I used to dream of what it would feel like to hold my round swelling pregnant belly. To feel our baby kicking and moving all around. To plan for motherhood and the arrival of our child.
To be 25 weeks pregnant and truly feel our thriving child inside has brought me so much peace. I believe i was born to be a mother. To care, nurture, inspire. To carry and hold close and to let go and give guidance. To marvel at this little human we created.
Some mornings i lie in bed, and can't believe we're having a son in just over three months.
This time of life is so, so special. I'm cherishing the crazy heartburn i get from all things tomato, and feeling that slight stretch to my belly every night.
I've been watching Jason's cousin's kids every Tuesday night for a few hours until her husband gets home. These kids are such a delight. At 8 months and 2.5 years they certainly are busy. Charlie likes going to babysit just as much, for all the little fingers delicately feeding him off their plates.
Baby W was born early November last year. When i hold him, i picture my little guy this time next year, being the same age.
Time flies and life soars. We hold on as tight as we can.
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