Miracles

Posted on | February 20, 2017 | 3 Comments

The out of the blue reminder that there’s a tiny person in my uterus never ceases to take my breath away. Every roll and tumble, every hiccup, every karate kick to my rib cage. It’s like he reminds me every so often with a little kiss of understanding that yes, I am growing a person. Right here. In my body.

It’s a bit more than a miracle, isn’t it?

It’s absolutely astounding that my body can stretch and mold and eventually yield a little boy who will learn and grow and become a person all on his own.

This morning, I lay in bed with Banks and giggled with every hiccup. My stomach shook and my ever-disappearing belly button puckered like a surprised gasp of “oh!” and we laughed harder at the absurdity of all of this. We’re approaching 40… both of us… and yet here we are, arms and skin wrapped tight around a new life that is all at the same ours and his own. I am 37 weeks today, far enough along that no one will mind if our little one shows up today or tomorrow, or any time before the scheduled arrival of March 6th. He’ll be here in no more than two weeks.

It’s crazy how life can change, isn’t it?

I am 39 years old.

I am expecting my second child… any day now.

My stomach is stretched as far as it can go, pressed firm against the outside world. I am exhausted and shell-shocked and delighted and, yes, scared, about all that life has in store for this unexpected next chapter. There are so many things I had forgotten about pregnancy… the little things… the bumps and bruises, the kicks and punches. The gas. Dear Lord the gas. I’m like a frat boy after three day old pizza and beer binge. There’s heartburn and waddling, and the feeling that a very large bowling ball is about to drop and roll straight out from my legs. There’s interrupted sleep, and so many trips to the restroom that my feet automatically head that way any time I stand up. But mostly, I’d forgotten this feeling of carrying around a secret… a little person known only to me. For now. Eventually I will share him with his father and brother and extended family. Eventually I will share him with the world. But for now? He is only mine.

It’s a bit more than a miracle, isn’t it?

Category: about me, pregnancy

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3 Responses to “Miracles”

Harmony, Momma To Go
February 20th, 2017 @ 3:46 pm

So close! Best wishes for a healthy rest of your pregnancy and don’t sweat it, 40 is the new 30 (40th birthday in one month and one day but whose counting!)
Andrea
February 20th, 2017 @ 8:50 pm

It’s so irrelevant to you but I have to share how happy this makes my heart. Congrats Law Momma, J and Banks! What a wonderful time in your life. I can’t believe I’ve been following you for nearly 7 years. I can’t wait to read about this little one growing up like we have read about J. I hope with two you’ll be able to stay in touch with all of us!
Sharon
February 21st, 2017 @ 1:43 pm

So exciting! I had my sons two months before I turned 41, so the fact that you and your husband are nearly 40 seems normal to me. 🙂

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