As I sit down to write this, the clock reads just a wee bit past 8pm, which means my internal clock is signaling sleep-zombie mode. Things like answering "Yes" and then saying, "Wait, what just happened?" is a normal occurrence in our home as of late, especially after the 8 o'clock sleepytime alarm chants it's tune in my head. But it's all okay, it's a good sleepy because I love the little life that's growing inside of me. No matter what I'm feeling, from sleepiness to nausea (which thankfully is pretty much a distant memory), headaches to stretching back muscles... this growing wee one makes me smile, everyday. And I take it all, I take the so-called bad in with the good, because it's all a part of this stage of life and I relish the fact that my body is stretching and growing, that my body can carry this spark of life and bring it into this world. I'm so grateful for each week that passes where I'm still cocooning this little miracle, because I know what loss is like, and I mourn for others who can't. And so right now, I'm all about celebrating the little happy moments, because the big ones will come soon enough.
My little bunny, is now the size of an heirloom tomato... and growing.