Still, underneath all the surface-level irritation and burning embarrassment, I could feel the deeper truth pulsing quietly but steadily through every chaotic moment of it all. I was growing a baby—a real, living baby—right there inside my own body, my baby that we had created together in this unexpected way.
And no matter how scared I remained or how strange and foreign my emotions had become under the hormonal onslaught, that one thought kept wrapping itself around my heart in the softest, most comforting way imaginable.
I was exhausted to my core, overwhelmed by the constant unpredictability, and wildly swinging through moods like a pendulum, but I was also slowly beginning to understand and accept that this strange, emotional, craving-filled mess was simply an integral part of something truly precious and life-changing.
