Since feeling bambino move, a lot of my anxieties have dissipated. When i worry I haven't felt a kick or a flutter in awhile, another one happens and I'm reminded of the miracle growing within.
Despite the anxieties, the illness, the exhaustion, and the ailments- I can't imagine a more magical experience in life. I look at myself in the mirror and am a bit terrified- but when I think of the little person I will meet in just 12ish weeks I'm awestruck once again. I'm so grateful God has chosen me to mother a child. And I'm so so blessed.
