B is for Baby bump
As I think back on the various transformations my body went through to make my baby, I struggled to remember the low points. A smile creeps through all my memories and refuses to vanish. Eclipsing all the sicknesses, the acidity attacks, the tendonitis in both my wrists, the breathlessness, the insomnia, the diabetes. All I can remember is how beautiful I felt, how warm it felt to be with someone all the time. Smiles at the memories of the little bumps on my swollen belly as my daughter poked me from time to time, as if telling me,"Hello? Ummm...I'm here Mamina."
Faeries and butterflies, faeries and butterflies.