Today I am officially 18 weeks pregnant with my second child. I am merely 10 days from seeing my baby on an ultrasound and finding out the sex. It has been a long time coming for baby #2. I am thrilled.
My first child, Jeremiah, is almost 9. I was much younger when he was born and I unfortunately don't recollect much from my pregnancy with him. It was a blur. So I've been trying to be more mindful this time around.
As such you can only imagine how excited I was as I crept into bed the night of the 30th and felt those first real movements from my baby. My baby is just the size of an onion now, but I was finally able to really feel him/her in there.
I started feeling flutters around 15 weeks, but this was different. I could actually feel some real gymnastics going on in there. It was surreal. I lay there barely breathing, not moving and just feeling this beautiful miracle exploring it's home. I realized I am deeply in love with another person I have yet to even meet.
It really is a miracle. Not because I had difficulty becoming pregnant. It happened quickly, but when you think about all the obstacles those little swimmers must overcome to reach that egg and then how much growth and development this tiny being must not only go through, but survive is miraculous.
Never before was there a human with this dna, never will it be repeated again. And so far it's stuck around. It has a heart that beats, ears that are beginning to hear sounds, and tiny limbs strong enough that mommy can feel his/her presence.
And that is indeed a miracle...
