Lots of times my mind wanders to the major stresses of my life. As I think through everything, I often feel overwhelmed and sick to my stomach. I rub my eyes, run my hands through my hair, and wonder how everything will work out.
Then, in these quiet, stressful moments, my little boy will start kicking my tummy.
Though I know that his kicking is random and unintentional, every time I can't help but feel like every kick is meant to help me keep moving forward.
It's like with each little bump or scoot across my tummy, he's saying, "C'mon, Mommy, it's gonna be ok. I love you. We'll get through this."
In so many ways, I'm so glad this little boy is stuck in my tummy for a few more months. If he were here on top of everything else right now, I'm not sure I could handle it.
But in other ways, I can imagine those days after he gets here. In the quiet, stress-filled moments, I'll be able take a break, go to his crib and watch him sleep. I'll run my fingers over his tiny, precious body and know that as long as we have our family, we'll be alright.
I'm excited to meet our little guy. I'm excited for the inevitable happiness and love he will bring into our lives.
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