|From 5 Minutes for Parenting|
Lately, my body groans.
It doesn’t matter if I’m sitting or standing or walking or lying down.
My muscles stretch. My back sways. My hips twist. My lungs fight.
I move with the grace of an elephant, the speed of a turtle.
My body groans.
So, if bedtime allows it and I have the energy to complete the task, I fill the bathtub with the hottest water I can stand and I sink in.
I settle deep into the water and watch my swollen abdomen rise majestically out of the waves, like a newly formed island.
I stare, transfixed, as the skin heaves with the movement of the baby inside. A large section of the island rises while another falls. A pointy peninsula appears and then, gradually, is absorbed back to whence it came.
I push gently on one side and see a jerk and a twist.
I pat what I believe is a tiny bottom, that fits perfectly into the cup of my hand.
I cannot believe another human is living inside of me.
It’s beyond comprehension.
My body may groan.
But it groans with miracle.
Kelly is 33 weeks pregnant with her fourth baby. You can find her blogging at Love Well.