My Baby Moves

With several dear friends expecting a new baby in the next few months I've been reflecting on my pregnancy--what a miraculous, life-changing, unlike-anything-else sort of experience. The ache of wishing for a baby, the thrill of that positive pregnancy test, the joy of hearing that little heartbeat for the first time. The growing belly, the flutters that become jabs and prods, the knowledge that your new best friend is with you all the time.

I almost miss that feeling of Annie rolling around inside of me, there was something so magical about it. This poem just kind of came to me as I was reveling in Annie's movements one day:

My baby moves

I wake in the morning, stretch my arms, say my prayers, and my baby moves

In the warm shower I scrub my belly, wash my hair, and my baby moves

Each time I eat throughout the day, she first is fed, and my baby moves

Daddy speaks those three little words, to me and to her, and my baby moves

I sing softly, just us two, lullabies in the car, and my baby moves

At night, in the quiet, as I lay down to sleep, she wakes up to play, and my baby moves

Each movement speaks of life and health.

She moves, and moves me to better myself.

For baby will come and will move all the more

And grow oh so quickly, so I must be sure

To not miss a stretch or a yawn or a sigh

Each movement reminds me, this baby is mine

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