A Pregnant Pause
Ever wonder what pregnancy does to you? Other than the usual suspects...stretch marks (not inevitable...do not fear), moodiness, emotional highs and lows, weird skin things, ever consider enhanced creativity?! Yes, that too!
When I was pregnant I painted everything in sight. I wasn't tired. I wasn't cranky. I was simply blissful with my paint brush in hand and my clothes speckled from head to toe. I dreamed in pastels and couldn't wait to get up the next morning, whip my hair into a ponytail, grab a paint brush for each hand and one for between my teeth.
Every time I enter our teeniest, tiniest room in the house painted top to bottom in Dr. Seuss characters from all those wondrous books of childhood I'm reminded of those dreamy days of pregnancy wondering what it will be, who it will look like, and how I'll rock that sweet baby to sleep in a white wicker rocker in the corner of my new Dr. Seuss nursery. Only catch now is I can never move from this house and my daughter will be eighteen with a Yep On The Steps next to her bed until she heads off for college...if you know what I mean!
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