The world is going faster than I can run.
In fact I can’t even run.
Not anymore.
Even if I wanted to, my body won’t let me.
My increasingly rotund abdomen is slowing me down to a halt.
My brain, however, is turbulent with anxiety, lists, confusion and disbelief.
There is a baby growing inside me.
The infertility depression has been traded for a huge slap of reality.
THERE.. IS... A... BABY... GROWING... INSIDE... ME....!
For so many years I have been dreaming of this.
This is what my husband & I have wanted.
For so many years I have cried for this.
And now that it’s occurring, I am scared to death.
Who is this creature?
Do I really deserve this?
Does G-d know it’s me he blessed?
Do I really qualify?
Am I really ready?
Please still this panic in me.
It’s all getting too real.
