the anticipation of more.
I see a growing baby bump and feel all the feelings I once felt. Not ALL the feelings ~ no back ache or angry heartburn… Rather the magic of waiting for the person that would grow your heart a million times over. The person that could only be imagined, yet would dutifully appear and fill you with a feeling that they were always were there. That nothing had really changed. Everything that was before was, in fact, imagined.