I still cannot believe I am the mother of three… I seriously cannot. Sometimes I wonder if I could possibly be happier… I feel so lucky.
Months ago I remember the surprise of the little itty bitty plus sign on the pregnancy test… and then the second test… and then the third… I remember being quite scared and quite shocked. I knew we would be ok… I just didn’t know I would be this happy. The months went by slowly and my bump grew bigger… we got more and more excited. Doctor appointments, blood tests… It all felt so surreal and so exciting… I just welcomed it and felt all the feels… I was becoming a new mom again… With girls many years older at 11 and 8 now… I was out of practice but very relaxed and that was ok. At each stage it brought back memories of my previous pregnancies that I completely forgot about in a happy way… I forgot what it felt like to have a life growing and moving inside of me… I forgot how healthy I felt… I forgot the feeling when people noticed I was pregnant and touched my belly… I welcomed it all… I remember buying itty bitty socks and washing them in super organic soap and smelling their newness… I remember feeling the kicks when I wasn’t expecting in a room full of people and smiling because it was just you and me honey and only we new that you were tapping…
and then, just like that… I was in labor…
