These are the days…
of ginger-ale and toilet bowls,
of nervousness and joy,
of strange smells and odd pains,
of stocking up and preparing,
of tiredness and anticipation.

These are the days…
of listening to the cues of my body,
of cleaning when I feel like it,
of eating what I want,
of resting when the urge strikes,
without bothering to feel guilty.

These are the days…
of learning to give up control,
of embracing the rhythm of life,
of accepting the crazy,
of enjoying this short season
and forgoing my agendas and goals.

These are the days…
of participating in an uncomfortable miracle,
of living in a messy mystery,
of surrendering to a beautiful process,
of bringing forth a new life,
one more time.