Do you ever stare at your child while they sleep and wonder how you got so lucky? How you made such an incredible, beautiful, curious little being?

Pregnancy itself it a miracle. Feeling the baby inside, knowing you’re growing another human within you, creating life within you….it’s absolutely mind-blowing. I’m in awe.

Not everyone loves their pregnancy. I loved mine. I wanted everyone to touch my belly, to feel her move. I took soooo many bump pictures and I still look back fondly on every one. Even when I was huge. And I was huge. I gained 50lbs with my pregnancy. Some of it was fluid–I had preeclampsia and was on bed rest two week prior to delivery–but it is what it is. Would I do it all again? Absolutely. The feeling of having a child inside you is something to cherish. So many women do not get to experience this. If you get to be pregnant, no matter what, embrace it.

Staring at Bailey tonight I wonder how in the world I (we) created such a child. Watching your child grow is some kind of reward, some kind of stunning addition to your life you don’t even know you’re missing until it’s there. It’s terrifying beautiful, the journey. I wouldn’t change it for anything. And as I lay her down to sleep every night, blowing her kisses as I leave the room, I pray she gets to have an amazing life. That she does amazing things that she dreams of, works for, is passionate about. That she takes chances, and risks and reaps the rewards. That she’s healthy, happy, and hopeful.

Being a mom is the hardest, most rewarding thing I have ever done.

What’s your favorite moment with your child? That one quiet moment that hits you right in the feels.

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