This life

My tummy is growing. People ask how long I have to go, not how far along I am.
I walk like a pregnant lady. My back plays up and Dada has had to take on extra tasks.


I love feeling this life within me. I can chase the baby's foot/elbow (whichever pointy bit it may be) across my tummy. I look forward to meeting this soul. Sometimes at bedtime, sometimes in the middle of the night, sometimes in the middle of the day, I close my eyes and concentrate soley on this little being. I will my body and my passenger to work together and bring this wee person into our family safely and well. I am somewhat reassured, knowing my body can do this, has done it before. We have been so fortunate. At the same time I wonder whether we have had it so good that it can't keep going.


I am reminded how fortunate we are when I read the news, talk to people.


And it was brought home to me again last week. One of my dearest has lost a pregnancy. She is heart broken. So am I. So many thoughts run through her mind, fair and not fair thoughts.


We count our blessings. We learn from life. We grow. Hopefully we become better and stronger people, more able to give back to the world around us with greater understanding and care.


Wishing you all health, growth and joy in whatever form they present themselves. Big or small, fleeting or lasting. Take it and savour it. 


Take care.


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