Peace invoked. Check. (Om Shanti!)
Wine poured. Check. (Om Shanti, Shanti!)
Silly Lifetime Drama on boob tube. Check. (Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti!)
Amidst my PMS, frustration over the state of laundry, and my martyrdom (I am the only one who cares about our surroundings, blah, blah, blah) - I found bliss. Why? I wonder. I know why.
I AM PREGNANT. WITH HOPE. Hope for long lasting peace and contentedness. Hope for a deeper daily connection with The Divine. I rubbed my belly and was lit up with the moment. The only thing we have. The only thing that's real. I'm naming her Hope. Mary must have had The Perfect Night too. She was truly pregnant with our Hope. She was not drinking Pinot Grigio, I suspect but having a baby in a barn may have led her to.
I'm happy because I don't live or birth baby's in a barn. Thank you!!
My dog loves me!
What are you pregnant with?