|27 weeks - Baltimore, MD.|
The utter shock that led to a no-frills announcement to P- said lines to face as he grabbed syrup from the fridge.
Sickness that lasted and lasted, a marathon intensity instead of a sprint.
The coming back to earth, to regaining myself, only to try and realize that myself now holds two.
A belly that seemed like it would never grow because it just wasn't possible that this was happening without a grand plan.
Then the belly that (of course) did because it was happening, no plans needed.
A hiccuping thump, thump, thump from within, and the second-time-mama lowdown of exactly what that was.
The much anticipated flutters, kicks, jabs; her feet under fingers poking up to say hello.
An unfeasible tumble of time as weeks flew by faster than ever was possible with our first.
The fact that in roughly two months, ready or not, I will be a mother of two, my boy and my girl.
The distinct urge to savor each moment, to sit with hands on belly for every kick and to download each sweet memory to the nooks and crannies of my soul, not sure if this pregnancy will be my last.
But sadly being all too aware this time 'round of the bittersweet truth that holding on and fighting to savor will really get me nowhere; this too will pass too soon.
LIVE THE MURRAYED LIFE