Anna's Pregnancy Journal

This feeling has washed over me, more and more in recent weeks. I am going to be a mother. This bumping around that I feel in my belly at this moment is my child, he's already expressing his personality. I wonder what he'll look like, what his smile will look like, how much hair will he have? This is just such a precious time, a time I'll never experience again. The few short weeks before becoming a mother, before becoming responsible for another human being. I feel such a sense of excitement, fear, and pride. I'm trying my hardest to be physically ready for him to arrive - the room is almost complete, and the diaper bag is even half packed. We'll probably even install the carseat this weekend, just in case. When I'm home, I look down at my feet and imagine a 14 month old tugging at my shorts to be picked up. I gaze into the empty crib and imagine a tiny 1 week old baby sleeping soundly if even for a moment. I peer from my kitchen window at the toddler swing already in the tree, and I see my husband pushing his son higher and higher. We are so very excited. So very scared. And so proud of this family we're about to have.