8 Months and Counting.

I can’t tell you how happy I am to be here. That’s right. 8 months ago my Cubas and I went on the best journey of all in starting our family with our little baby boy who will be here in May. This has been the sweetest, most exciting journey that I have personally ever gone on. It seems everything up to this point has made this part of life even more rewarding.

On my own plunging into that which is unknown to me. - Una River, Kulen Vakuf.

They say everyone’s pregnancy is different. Mine has been all mine, and oh so personal. For someone who has a high propensity to overthink and overanalyze, being pregnant has shifted me in the opposite direction. I feel at ease. I feel like this next part of life will be so fulfilling and filled with so much purpose and love. I am not worried about having less time for myself because I have had all the time I wanted and needed for myself. I want to share life. I’ve worked hard to let go of my struggles so that my son can benefit from a mom and dad who are whole, and able to give him every part of themselves fully. My husband has been my greatest friend and support system. The ease of my pregnancy is in many ways a reflection of his helpful nature and his ability to always make me laugh and remind me of my beauty as I’m struggling to sit up from a too heavily sloping couch. In those moments, when I would feel most unlike myself, who has always been able to do for herself, he lends a hand and a smile to tell me it’s okay. He’s here with me no matter how much changes around us.

Yes, of course, pregnancy isn’t always pretty. For example, my worst pregnancy symptom, and one that I hadn’t known to be a problem, is the constant struggle that is heartburn. I have heartburn from morning to night. At night, I have to sit up in bed to fall asleep. How does that work, you might wonder? You make it work.

Besides that and a few other quirks we’ll call them, it has been a pretty graceful pregnancy overall. I count myself lucky.

I’m incredibly amazed and proud that my body can house, grow, and nurture a human being. There’s a lot that can be said about the changes in the body, but it’s important to marvel at our ability to conceive life. I am 8 months pregnant, and it’s still hard to believe that our son will be here in 56 days. I pray for his healthy delivery. May he come on time with his magical self and forever change our world.

I cannot wait to see his beautiful little face that has been developing within me as I worked, cleaned, traveled, walked, cried, laughed, and all other human things as he sat patiently waiting to enter a new world and exit his old. He’s going to continue the process of growth as soon as he enters this world. I’m stronger than I was a year ago. I am stronger because he’s always with me. As much as I give him life, he has also given me new life and a new way of being.

Safe Landing.

Nature & Displacement.