Only The Beginning

I told myself that when I began the great journey of motherhood I would be very diligent in recording everything. I would write about my first feelings when I found out I was pregnant. I would record the story of Cory's face when I told him. I would write about the incredible moment when we first heard the little heartbeat and mine and Cory's glossy eyes met in awe. I would write about what it was like when I first began to feel my little baby inside of me. I would strive to take a picture with words of Cory's face the first time he saw the movement of my tummy and felt our little baby pushing against his hand. I would expound upon all of the various emotions I was experiencing as each week passed. I would find relief in penning all of my concerns upon the page regarding the impending responsibility of a little life.

But alas, 28 weeks has come and gone quickly. I have neglected to do any of these things. It has been enough for me to take care of myself, my husband, my house, my business, and keep my emotional state under control. But what excuses are those in the grand scheme of things?

I will say that every time I happen to see the movement of my tummy from the outside, I unconsciously smile at how amazing it is to see a tiny glimpse of the little life we created.

I am under no false delusion that I will be better in the coming weeks and months. Life will go from busy to busier at that point. But a picture and a note every now and then will aid in reminding me of what this journey has been like.