The tears came later. Hours later. In the quiet of our bedroom and reflecting and holding each other in awe, and surprise, and surreal good good good.
We saw hands and legs, each tiny rib and each disc on a spine…it was mind-blowing and beautiful and magical.
I’m going to cheat a little for week 17 and just share this post because I think it sums up so so much.
AND A BUMP-DATE!!
Oh and chicken wings. Week 17 is all about an unhealthy obsession with chicken wings. And J finds this so amusing because I usually hate chicken and I’ve not really wanted any meat or seafood the whole pregnancy but oh my chicken wings. Those are a whole different category completely. 🙂
peace, love, and chicken grease,
“The best part of being pregnant?
….you don’t have to suck in your gut!”