Warning: This post is about pregnancy in a way I wouldn't have wanted to read about in my more vulnerable moments. This might be a post to skip. In fact, if there is any doubt at all, you should skip it.
I was just dancing in my kitchen to this song among others:
Such a wonderful moment - to feel the music in my soul and to enjoy the movement of my body, my bare feet on the cold kitchen floor. To dance - but not like I normally dance. Many of my favorite movements had a little change here or a different feel there. I relished in the way my pregnant body moved. How wonderful to notice that I don't balance quite as well. What joy in the moments when I felt compelled to touch my belly to give it just a bit more support for this move or that. How lucky am I that I get to dance? How doubly lucky am I that I get to dance with a little one growing inside of me?