The Creation of Life
I have the most intimate, fulfilling memories of growing my little peanuts inside me. They mystery of it all… the unreserved anticipation of experiencing the creation of life in a whole new way. What a gift to watch my body transform into something so different and have an entirely different shape, purpose, and meaning. Never has something made me feel so feminine, so powerful, so perfectly me. Every stage of pregnancy brings new gifts. I remember seeing an image of my little sea monkeys for the first time… hearing those gorgeous heartbeats… watching the formation of arms, legs, fingers, eyes, ears… both of my boys were so perfectly photogenic in their ultrasound pictures. And the kicking… oh the kicking. Never once did I feel pain from kicking. Pure joy. I felt pure joy with each and every movement. Nothing made me happier than sitting in a meeting at work, in the middle of an intense discussion, and feeling my little creation kicking and moving. I would drift off to a land where...