I caught a glimpse of myself – my 24-weeks-pregnant self – in the mirror this morning while getting ready. And I started crying.

Because it is beautiful.

The curves.

The ever-growing bulge.

The soft cocoon that is housing my most precious gift.

It is beautiful, this place where he lives and breathes, where his heart beats and legs kick.

Yes, I love my pregnant belly. How could I not love this place that is home and haven to my sweet baby?

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