I just had a dream about it.
I am not one of those people who can say I LOVE being pregnant. But, I am lucky enough to not be one of the people who HATE being pregnant either.
I have the regular problems-- morning sickness for the first 3 months, exhaustion, a rapidly shrinking bladder and the inability to sleep for the last month or so. BUT: I love the feeling of closeness that I have with the baby. I love feeling it move inside of me, that first flutter is almost miraculous. I love knowing the part that I played in this child's creation and the knowledge that no matter what, I get to keep them. I love the constant sense of anticipation, and the wonder. What will she look like? Curly hair? Dark or light? Will this one have my eyes? Or maybe be lucky enough to get her Grandpa's? (I've always wanted a brown eyed girl.) Will she be patient and easy going? Or strong willed and stubborn?
But I never have to wonder about how much I will love that baby. I have learned that the moment she arrives, something sacred happens and the love I have for my children doesn't divide: It multiplies.