Fluttering feet and mushy kisses. Kicks and jabs.
Creaking rocker, sleepy snuggles – quiet in the womb.
Aching back, cramping legs, eyes that carry bags.
Guilt for the one outside, anxious for the one inside. How will I, one woman, one body, one heart, one mother be enough?
My heart is full of love even as my patience runs thin, for the one outside and the one within.
Hi everyone. Did I mention that pregnancy has been making me feel ALL the feels lately?
I hope you enjoyed my impromptu poem I just ticked-out on my phone.