me at nineteen weeks, again.

This is my fourth time being pregnant.

I lie on my back for a few minutes each night, hands on belly. I let all everything else leave, to breath and smile at the tiny movements happening just beneath my skin. Inside my body lives another. It is not a new concept, but it is still a miracle.

I know now that every chance at life is fragile, and I do not know yet whether I will be blessed to meet, and hold, and feed this little one outside of myself. But for now, I am so humbled to be its mom.