Monday, 08 June 2009

• Reflections on a Baby Bump

  It's so odd to think, as I study my side silhouette in the mirror, that I'll never again be quite the same shape as I was before this baby. That I'll be a mother for the rest of my days. That I'll never be Dinah Stam again. That there's no turning back. I still feel like myself, but I don't really recognize myself.
  
  Yesterday my baby was very much in evidence on the front of me. She stuck out through the front of my sweater, inviting comments and one or two curious pats. As I sat in my pew at church, listening to the sermon, I realized that I was absentmindedly stroking my belly. Later, settling into the truck for the ride home, I noticed that the fabric seems to be a bit worn and fuzzy over the baby. I must pet him more than I thought!
  
   
   
  
  
  

  Currently The Thinking Woman's Guide to a Better Birth By Henci Goer, Rhonda Wheeler see related

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