I caught a glimpse of myself – my 24-weeks-pregnant self – in the mirror this morning while getting ready. And I started crying.
Because it is beautiful.
The ever-growing bulge.
The soft cocoon that is housing my most precious gift.
It is beautiful, this place where he lives and breathes, where his heart beats and legs kick.
Yes, I love my pregnant belly. How could I not love this place that is home and haven to my sweet baby?