before i got pregnant, the thought of someone moving around
inside of me kind of gave me the weebiejeepies.
now it just feels like i have a secret code with my little girl
that no one else knows about.
we aren't saying much to each other, but it's like she is
just saying hi and letting me know she is still there.
just me and only me. i feel special.
(26.5 weeks)
i crocheted her a stuffed owl yesterday.
it was supposed to be a semester long project but it turned
into a blow off the whole day completely and work on that and only that.
it's got some issues and it's a little cross-eyed,
but hopefully she knows her mom isn't perfect either but sure loves her a lot.
i don't really have anything to report but i feel a lot of peace.
i feel pretty privileged/inadequate to be carrying this baby and
hope and pray every day i don't mess something up.
a lot of people around me are pregnant or with new babies and
it's hard not to just feel like a number, but then if i really stop
and think about it, our little secret code, and our individual little
family that is so sacred and beautiful to me,
i feel like the only number in the world that matters.
what i am most excited about: seeing matt as a dad. having him be
so supportive and so stinking excited means more to me than i could
ever have imagined.
all photos courtesy of my iphone.
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