The Journey Begins

So, early this morning I thought my water broke. I woke up in a puddle of whatever, and went to the bathroom with it running down both my legs. Turns out that the closer you get to delivery, your discharge changes and becomes watery. I wasn't the least bit nervous..just excited at the thought I would soon see my son. He moves so much lately, powerful kicks that take my breath away. And it's reassuring that he's in there, thriving, moving, living, breathing. What a miracle it is, life. I have a hard time understanding how anyone can possibly think that the creation of life is not a miracle. It's amazing, that in 9 months a woman's body is able to nourish and sustain a life until it's ready to come out and take a breath. I also got my first "reduced" paycheck since I've been on maternity leave. Man is it going to be tight. But, I decided very quickly that I won't allow money to steal my joy. I'd rather be pinching pennies than not be able to experience this miracle. Who cares about money? It's not like it's brought me any joy, only stuff.