To the beautiful boy who gave me the gift of motherhood.
When you have a child, everyone is overly eager to share their oh so wise and unsolicited parenting advice. Some is solid and some just makes you shake your head in disbelief. These are examples of the latter.
I’m currently 39 weeks and 3 days pregnant. The closer it gets to baby’s arrival, the more my anxieties about pregnancy and motherhood are mounting, though I know it’s typical to have some apprehension. My husband continually reminds me that I’m capable and how women have been doing this for thousands of years, and to trust my body. I know within, he is right and I am ecstatic to be a mother, but I still have some lingering worries. I thought I’d share some of these, in case someone else may be experiencing similar anxieties.
Poetry is an art form that is close to my soul. It has been a passion of my since I was a child. Poetry was my outlet during some turbulent times in my life when I struggled to find ways to cope with my emotions. I haven’t written in quite some time, though maybe this blog will inspire my inner poet to emerge once again.