The other day I was getting ready for a shower and was standing there in front of the mirror just staring at my belly. I looked at it from several angles, when Hubby caught me and just smiled. He said something about "wasn't it cool" and I shook my head and replied with "sure, especially since you don't have to carry it around." He empathized with me and then we both just went back to looking at the belly.
It's so round and looking at it I can't help but think about a time when having a child wasn't on my mind. Sure as a female we are told to think about the future and the inevitable steps we must take to get the husband and then the family, I had just never really thought about pregnancy. Sure I would see pregnant women (hello, my mom has given birth 4 times), I never really thought about ME being pregnant and how I would change and how my body would change. And how I would actually enjoy it. I love just rubbing my belly and whispering to the baby. I love having a place to rest my hands while I lounge on the couch. I especially love the leftover crumbs that gather there after eating. I mean a snack for later is NEVER a bad thing. Ok, so maybe I'm kidding about that last part... I also enjoy watching my stomach quiver when he hiccups or gets into his dancing mood and rolls around and I can see my skin moving as he moves.
And as this happens, I wonder what he will be like and what I will be like as parents. Will we be able to teach him all the things we find important and will he let us? Will he understand how I love him unconditionally, even if he is doing something wrong? Will he grow into an adult that is admired and will he thank us for that? Is it wrong to want him to stay put for as long as possible so we can protect him from this big, bad world? These...these are the thoughts in my mind.