At first it was imperceptible to me, but now I see the change.
My pants don't fit. My skirts don't fit. I ate six raspberry filled doughnuts in two days.
But I am bursting with happiness. With hope.
I already love this little boy. He is close to me, not just physically, but spiritually, emotionally. He kicks when my heart races. He relaxes when I lie down. He is a part of me.
It's a beautiful and terrifying thing.
I have discovered my little friend to be a very polite and convenient house guest. Considering the fact that I thought I had no room to harbor a child, he has wedged himself unpretentiously into my routine. I have been profoundly blessed to experience such an easy pregnancy.
I am getting very excited to meet him.
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This was so sweet to read. I am so happy you are excited and feeling so great. Doesn't it feel like you have a sixth sense almost? I felt so much hope and happiness too at the end. It's so amazing to see your body grow to accommodate a tiny human. And when they react to some external something—a poke, some pop, bright light—it's so incredible. Ah! So excited to meet your little boy too! He's going to be so beautiful and so dapper in his baby fedora.
Having a baby is the best. My life is more full now that I have Silas.
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