Bigger is better!

Every week I grow into a new level of excitement- both physically and mentally. With every foot in the rib,  punch in the bladder, thump on the cervix I fall more in love with my little baby. The closer I get to actually meeting this baby (only 6 more weeks!) the more Im reminded of another creation of mine.

When I was 22, I got pregnant. I made the decision to terminate the pregnancy, as I was too young and in way too complicated of a relationship to even think about keeping it. I don't know if I was just really good at coping or too distracted to deal- but having an abortion then didn't really effect me- until now.

Like I mentioned, the bigger I get- the more I feel and the more I get to know this little spirit. The thought that there is a missing person from my life- one that I never got to feel, never got to grow and nourish, never got to meet and will never know in any way- has suddenly become a tearful reality. Someone told me, or maybe I read it somewhere- that the spirit of a being never dies- that it lives within you and gets woven into the being who comes next. In some ways I find this comforting. It's healing to think of being able to connect again with the past through my future.

Just another reason to be excited.

I want to thank my husband, Matt, for giving me the opportunity to love myself, unconditionally- for he is a great teacher of what REALLY matters in life.