Isn’t that the loveliest word to describe a pregnant woman?
Is there any more eager anticipation
than meeting your baby face to face,
holding her in your arms, nursing him from your own body?
And the gift divine–
that singular joy of feeling somersaults and kicks from the inside out,
the first incredible, gorgeous dance of life.
It’s why I loved being pregnant,
why I feel sorry for men,
and evidence God is especially fond of women.
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