I've felt guilty a few times during this pregnancy, that I don't have any time to think about this little biscuit. I'm too busy thinking about Redding, John and myself. But, I'll be damned if she isn't pushing her little self into my thoughts (one rib-jab at a time). Perhaps this is the way I was when pregnant with Redding also? Maybe I was just mostly concerned with myself (being pregnant and how motherhood would change me), until the end. I know some moms that say they felt spiritually connected to their baby right away. That's not me. I am mostly baffled that there really is a person growing inside of me (is there really though???) and it's not until the end that the baby forces themselves on me that I realize, wow. This person is completely separate from me. They are their own. And I am lucky enough to be their mother. Terrifying. But mostly beautiful.
shirt: target/ Belt: anthro/ skirt: vintage/ shoes: clarks originals