Sure, it may have been 18 years ago, but I still can recall the feelings I had for 9 months.
I've never felt healthier, alive or invigorated that way since. Every passing day my body made it's own changes. I always looked forward to tomorrow. My hand was locked in a small circular motion of soothing and attachment. I sang softly and walked on feathers. My 'inny' belly button turned into an outtie! My snug fitting clothing showed it like a turkey that was done. I would smile that pregnant smile. I had a headset that I would place on my belly and play Elton John and classical music. I thought I was prepared. The nursery was set, the diapers purchased. I had done all the new Mommy stuff and then some.
45 minutes of not hard labor and there he was. A crinkled, pruned up, cone headed unfamiliar life. His Dad quickly counted the fingers and toes and gave me a big ole thumbs up!
I had cancer all the while I was pregnant and never showed a sign or a clue. I was never again to bare another child.