It is time for the next chapter in this baby story. If you have not been following my blog and would like to catch up I have added the links to the previous Nine Months in the Making blog post.
I am going to start out by talking about myself, I know I may sound narcissistic but I will explain. I loved being pregnant, I know there many women out there who heated it. I did not have amazing pregnancies, I had morning sickness, back pain, swollen feet, mood swings, exhaustion, and I gained 62 pounds my first pregnancy. During my last pregnancy my baby would kick my spine so hard that my legs would go out from under me and I would have to grab hold of whatever was near me to keep from falling. "What as there to love about that?" You may ask, well... I loved the miracle of having a life inside me. Cheesy? Maybe, but it was true for me. I never felt more special that when I was pregnant. People opened doors for me, gave up seats for me, and lifted heavy things for me. Strangers were friendly, and you could see joy in the eyes of those who love you when they saw you. All of this great stuff because I was caring life inside me. I would endure much worse because the joy of having a baby is so incredible. I feel joy seeing other mothers experience it.
If you are like me and seeing the miracle of bring a baby into the world tugs at your heart strings you will enjoy following this story too. I hope to be there at the hospital when baby Zeek is born and photograph a birth story. Stay tuned... Enjoy the photos