I will take on the tiredness,
I will take on the nausea.
I've never been thrilled about the stretchmarks
and I don't like the uncomfortable sleepless nights.
Pickles and Ice cream have never been my crave,
but sweet tea and cocoa puffs are yumm (though not together!)
9 months and counting. 40 weeks.
Grow my sweet baby, for the Lord has numbered your days
and knew you were growing in me before I did.
I am called to motherhood one more time.
How good and sweet it is!
"Father, I am beyond thrilled. Lord, bless this pregnancy. Make it sweet and healthy. Cover my baby in my womb. Let this pregnancy be the best one yet! In your precious name, Amen."
how to sing your part in the world’s broken-hearted hallelujah - If I lay close enough to her at night I can hear my baby girl’s literal broken heart beating under her scars. And under stars, I pull her closer, and...
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