9 WEEKS

 

It could just be my Turkey-bacon-full breakfast or maybe this kid really is giving me a bit of a belly bump. 🤭 

Exhaustion and hunger has been steadily increasing. Feeling my little uterus and sweet babe grow and stretch with tiny zings and twinges is what I’m most thankful for (and sometimes most anxious about).

The fear has simmered a bit and I’m starting to come to accept that this dream state we’ve been in is actually our reality and I can start to lean in and trust it. 

This week I finally let myself go to the baby section which I have avoided like the plague and cried almost every time we’d pass it for the last few years. This time I cried for a different reason. I could feel myself fall into love and trust with this mini Meissner and as I sat in the display rocker, surrounded by all things baby, for the first moment I felt like a mother. 

I am a mother. I made myself say those words out loud this week. So you could say it’s getting pretty serious. 🥹