a note to self...

dear self,
i want to remind you that once upon a time there was no visible proof that baby even existed. baby was warm and secure, floating around aimlessly in the amniotic sea, no cares in the world and happy and content to remain a secret.

i want to remind you that when the news of pregnancy spread, people would cock their head to the side as they looked at your tummy and say, "really?" oh how you wished they could see what you knew to be true!

i want to remind you that you couldn't wait to show some signs of pregnancy, something other than nausea. 15 weeks later and the wait was nearly over. snug fitting shirts began to reveal a tell tale baby bump. ...or was it the makings of a hearty meal? or a lack of exercise? what did people think it was? either way, you hugged that tummy tight and got ready for some very visible proof that baby was on the way!


love, self
xoxo

ps: i want to remind you amid the stretch marks, outie belly button, sleepless nights, uncomfortable breathing, ill fitting clothes, swollen feet and ankles, etc. that it was you that not only wanted but wished to show.