Lately I've been thinking about my life before Minnie.
My pregnancy. A belly that actually looked like a basketball. Sausages for ankles. The nerves as I wondered whether I was ready to be a mom.
Could I really do this? Would I feel like myself again? Would everything go ok?
There was meeting her for the first time...
How can you explain what it feels like to meet someone and feel like you've known them forever?
I'd had a c-section and hadn't been able to see her until the surgery was complete.
Robert placed her in my arms and I just lost it...she was mine.
This is who I'd been waiting so long to see.
For me, it was a glimpse into heaven.
I am nervous to do this all over again, to feel my body change, to hope against everything that all goes just right.
I am a worrier by nature and I believe nothing has made me more worrisome than motherhood.
Being entrusted with a little spirit, a little person, is a daunting task.
But to be able to feel that feeling again, that rush of pure, honest love when I see my babe for the first time...
Feeling my heart expand one million times over until it feels like it might burst.
To me, that's what life is about.
That's the stuff dreams are made of.
It is that moment I am looking forward to most.