marching band
There is truly a marching band in my stomach that likes early morning hours for its parade. So I am up at 4:30, riding this activity out. Perhaps, I can still get another hour sleep before I need to "wake up" for work.
As this is probably my last pregnancy, I know I shall miss the sensation of carrying life when it is over. Of butterflies fluttering and then later nudges and kicks. I know I shall miss the feeling that no matter where I go for nine months, I am never alone. I carry a little soul with me who needs me and loves me before any other awareness enters the mind. I know I shall miss the pure possibility of it all.
Only about nine more weeks to go.
As this is probably my last pregnancy, I know I shall miss the sensation of carrying life when it is over. Of butterflies fluttering and then later nudges and kicks. I know I shall miss the feeling that no matter where I go for nine months, I am never alone. I carry a little soul with me who needs me and loves me before any other awareness enters the mind. I know I shall miss the pure possibility of it all.
Only about nine more weeks to go.