This morning I was cleaning out the hall closet and found my birth plan from when I was carrying E. I burned it in kitchen sink.
Alot can happen in two years.
Looking back at that faded list was funny in a way, at the time it was written I was so excited about meeting my boy and I wanted to experience it all. This will sound nuts, but I was actually happy about giving birth, I couldn't wait. (After helping cows and horses deliver I learned what it really was) I was eager for everything. The diapers, the feedings, the giggles . . .just the joy of watching him grow.
Hope for the future, when you get right down to it. As my belly swelled I got back into belly dancing, it just seemed right, why hide the belly? I thought it was beautiful. Those 25 weeks were some of the happiest of my life, even in the early months when I was racked with morning sickness, I felt a kind of joy, that even now I cannot explain.
In a small way I feel it now as I write this (with Missy's silly atempts at typing) Perhaps its because I've finally allowed myself to let go.
I'm okay with that. :)
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Beautiful, LadyMiko.
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