As Mother’s Day approaches, being a first time expectant
mother, I have a different view of it this year. There is nothing to explain what has happened
the past 25 weeks other than a miracle.
My new favorite hobby is to lay and feel our little Bonzo in my stomach
moving around. As he moves, I wonder what
is going on in there, whether that was a punch, a kick, or a flip that I just
felt. I find myself thinking about what
he will look like and whether his personality will be a combination of my
husband and mine. My decision making and
priorities in life have already changed.
While I can’t say every moment has been enjoyable, I can say
it is all a miracle. There are many
changes your body goes through to grow this little human inside of you, no
matter how much you read or plan you don’t understand it until it happens. Each week brings new exciting “joys of
motherhood,” some of these are positive others you can do nothing but laugh
about. My husband and I often use the
phrase “Have a kid they say, it will be fun they say,” to help me laugh off
some of the not as enjoyable moments.
One of the most amazing parts of all of this is to not only see
the love that my husband and I have for our little Bonzo, but to see the love
that my 5 year old nephew has for his cousin.
He has named the baby for us, and I am sure he will be devastated once
he learns that “Sammy” will have a different name. He must understand that this is a miracle as
well, because so far we haven’t had to address the how did he get in there or
how will he get out questions! This past
weekend, “Sammy” was moving around and the look on my nephew’s face was
priceless when he put his hand on my belly only to get it kicked. My favorite part is when he gives me a hug
and lays his head on my belly and says “Goodbye Sammy, I love you.”
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