There are only a million different things that are pulling for my attention this evening.
Still Standing Magazine posts. Emails. Designs. Canvases. More emails.
But the truth is tonight all I want to do is one thing.
I want to run from this world. This world where babies don’t always make it. I want to spend the next few weeks cocooned in a healthy, beautiful place surrounded hibiscus flowers and lots of chocolate.
I want to bring home this baby.
The other day I woke to a babycenter update. It read something like this:
Your baby is starting to look like a miniature newborn. His or her lips, eyelids, and eyebrows are becoming more distinct, and tiny tooth buds are even developing beneath the gums. Your baby’s eyes have formed, but the irises still lack pigment. At 11 inches your baby weighs almost 1 pound…
The last sentence reminded me so much of Jenna. She was measuring at 22 weeks when she born, even though she was 29 weeks along. It is very possible Baby Peach looks a lot like her sister right now.
No words, just a lot of thinking. Thankfully things are still going smoothly. She’s kicking a lot. Usually right after meals and snacks.
I began a short registry as some family is wanting to throw me a small shower in a few weeks or so. More bittersweetness. But I put on my brave face and actually enjoyed dreaming for her a little.
As my belly continues to grow I just can’t get over how magnificent pregnancy really is. The beauty of it. Every time I think of meeting her, I get tears in my eyes. The more she kicks, squirms and pushes around, the more real she becomes. The more I am head-over-heels in love.