Indulging Selfishness (or Not)

Wed., cool'ish, lots of birds chirping outside.

I'm at 29 weeks today. Only 11 to go. Funny how what I was hurrying to race through, I'm now wondering how the time flew by.

Sure, I'm still eager to meet my little girl, to hold her, to get to know her, to love her. But there's just something about month 7 that makes you want to be pregnant forever (or at least in a time-suspension kind of way). I'm not uncomfortable, I get to feel every kick and wiggle, dreaming about what my butternut squash-sized baby is going to look like. And here's the kicker (see wut I did, thar?), I don't have to share her with anyone else right now.

Wait, what? That doesn't sound at all like me. I love sharing stories, info, thoughts, ideas.

I'm feeling a bit hermity about my baby. I know that in just 11 weeks, I'm going to have to share her with everyone. Grandparents, aunts, siblings, husbands. But for this short time, I'm indulging selfishness.

I'm a vessel, which grants me certain privileges.
I am a Mother, which creates a special bond.
I am a Spiritual Being, able to feel

Time is transient, time is now
In this moment, I choose to indulge selfishness
I choose to embrace this infinitely short time before she is shared with the world forever

Eleven more weeks. I'm sure that last week, I'll be bitching for this all to hurry up and be over...Mother Nature is kind of awesome like that.

Month 7 is my favorite for a reason. It's the most wonderful, transient, blessed time and I'm going to enjoy every last second of it. Perhaps that's not selfish at all. Are we not supposed to enjoy the wonderful gifts of our lives? If you don't see much of me in the next few weeks, it's because I'm preparing a nursery and embracing this amazing time that comes so very rarely in life.