Now that it's all becoming real, I wonder who this little one will be. What they will look like, how their personality will develop, and who they will become. I am so blessed to have the responsibility of growing and leading their heart, and I know I will only fall more in love when I start to feel them move and watch them-and me-grow from the outside.
What an amazing process God has created our bodies for! To think that inside of me right now, there is life growing. I will never get over how incredible it is to be a part of something so incredible, something only God can establish, despite our best efforts of medical procedures, potions, and science.
The nausea has disappeared, and my energy is back. I no longer have a desire for bagels and cream cheese, and even frappuccinos can't temp me. Which is surprising, because I recently discovered a snickers frappuccino-a java chip frappuccino with a few pumps of toffee nut syrup-and it's good.
Also, I still have no idea if this little one is a boy or girl, but the truth is I really couldn't care less. Giving Scarlett a sister would be ideal, especially since they'll have to share a room in our two bedroom duplex for a while. And everyone knows there's nothing cuter in this world than baby girl frocks and hair accessories. But giving my husband a son would be amazing too, and raising a little man would outweigh the cons of the difficulty of finding little boys clothes that aren't covered in strange sayings, puppy dogs, or frogs.
And this time around, I don't care if I gain more than the suggested thirty five pounds, end up with swollen ankles, or even stretch marks.
Because I love being pregnant.
Seriously; best job ever.
Everything grows rounder and wider and weirder, and I sit here in the middle of it all and wonder who in the world you will turn out to be.