As I prepare for the birth of my baby this week, I've been reflecting on the journey of how we got here.
While I can't say I'm glad we had such a hard time conceiving this child, it was a valuable experience. It taught me humility. It taught us how to deal with disappointment as a couple. It taught me empathy. It taught me to appreciate the blessings I have.
Who knows if my pregnancy would have been as awe-inspiring for me if I hadn't had to wait so long? All I know is that I cherish every little kick and hiccup. I adore the little whooshing sound of his heart when I hear it at the doctor. I fell in love with a blurry image of a face in an ultrasound photo. I still giggle when I think about being pregnant. I wonder at the fact that there is a little person growing inside of me. How is it possible that everyone in the world came to be this way?
As much as I will not miss the physical discomforts, I think part of me will miss being pregnant. I know there's no guarantee it will ever happen again for anyone, especially for me. Fundamentally though, pregnancy is a means to an end: having a baby. And perhaps I'll spend the rest of my life giggling whenever I look at my son, thanking God that he let me share in the wonder of creating a person.
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