Well, here I am. Only 10ish weeks away from having a fully-cooked baby in my hands. I've reached the point in my pregnancy where I'm feeling very introspective about bringing a new life into the world. I'm sure every other woman who's ever been pregnant before can attest that the feeling is both exhilarating and terrifying. It's so scary to think of all the possible tragic scenarios that we could find ourselves in throughout the course of life and at the same time, it's so gratifying to think of all of the happiness that's created and shared in a lifetime.
The unknown is always the most disturbing concept to ponder, which is why I try to steer my thoughts elsewhere when I find my mind contemplating the unknown for too long. But, thinking about the little life that Gui and I have created, the small soul that's been sharing a body with me for the past seven months has made me feel joy like I've never felt before. It's a feeling that even the unknown future that lies ahead could never erase from my memory, no matter how uncertain or grim.
I love that I can bond with my daughter in a way that no one else can, relishing in those routine moments throughout the day when she moves exactly as I expect she will. And even those moments when she catches me off guard, like yesterday in the grocery store, when she moved so quickly and so unexpectedly that I had to stop myself mid-step. Even those moments make me realize how personal and private our bond truly is. No one else knows her yet quite like I do, and I treasure that connection.