I’ve been feeling disoriented lately. Growing a human inside of me. Gaining weight. Feeling all of the pregnancy feelings. I’ve committed my life to this girl, and now the baby. I’ve let go of pleasing everyone, and walking on eggshells. Just when I got used to calling myself beautiful, or smart, or loving myself, giving myself little gifts, I now have this beautiful girl who admires me and looks to me to decide how to treat herself, who mimics me. Now I have this girl who tells me she loves me everyday, holds my face in her hands and says I’m beautiful, brings me flowers, pinecones, and seashells. She believes in herself. She’s a tough little one. I truly can’t explain this cliché but parents will get it, I’d do anything for these babies and they will have only the best as long as I’m around.