Eight months ago hubby and I found out that we were expecting (actually, I found out first and surprised him with the news… you can read my post about the thin plastic peed on stick.
Anywho…

Eight months ago…
Delight, worry, joy and fear all rushed through me like waves across the shore. My thoughts became consumed by dreams of what it might be like, what the baby will look like, if it’s a girl (oh my gosh would I know what to do with a girl), how will things change and how fun it will be to once again have an infant in our home.

Tonight (or very early in the morning)…
We will meet this precious child that has been growing in my belly. For the first time, I will be able see the face that’s been hidden in my womb and touch the tiny toes that have been dancing beneath my skin. As these words flow through my fingertips those waves of emotion are rippling through me once again and I am anxious for this evening to come… to meet my child.