I am not alone

Today, as I was sitting at my computer desk finishing a presentation for Tuesday, I stopped for a moment as the baby started moving.

It got me to thinking (really anything to keep me from finishing up my work...haha!).....

The deal is...I walk around all the time with this baby in my belly....and I feel it's movements....I gently rub my belly....and I love that feeling.

But sometimes, I take a moment to think more deeply about it....and I try to imagine the actual little baby that is all balled up in my belly. This little baby with a face...and hands...and legs....and her own little personality that will one day be a part of our lives. And something that makes it even more exciting and amazing is that I was in this position once before (with Parker) and I have seen its blessings. And so with that....it is easier to imagine another little person running around here....while at the same time....still really having no clue.

Truly amazing. Can't really wrap my head around it....still.

But sitting here this afternoon reminded me of this poem that I had found when I was scrapbooking my pregnancy with Parker and I thought I'd share...

I am not alone

Running errands and talking on the phone,

I am pleasantly reminded that I am not alone.

Little tiny hands a precious rounded knee

pushing and twisting that no one can see.

Oh sweet child kicking up your heels,

it is our little secret that only I can feel.

I look forward to your birth,

when I can kiss your skin,

but for now I will just smile,

As I feel you play within.

-Author Unknown