Amidst school girl crushes and grown woman facination beats a fluttering heart.
A life merely forming it's existence yet profoundly effecting my entire world.
With spirit and emotion intersecting at the epicenter of my cervix, I have life.
As seed turns to fetus, turns to baby
The days turn to weeks, turns to months, turns to a new realm of existence.
Trepidation meet hesitation.
Hesitation greet intimidation.
Intimidation, my name is Momma.
Maternal instincts kick into high gear as quiet fear resonates in my subconscious.
The who, what, where, why and how questions now have a frame of reference and a POV.
I immediately conclude that the lens upon which I view my world will forever be changed
As my body takes shape and form to develop another living, being inside.
Feb 27, 2011