Space

So I'm learning how to work with space lately. Now that the holidays are winding down and the momentum to parenthood is winding up, I'm finding that it's all fodder for working with my mind. I can pretty much go off on any tangent I want and work myself into a frenzy...When will baby be born? How will I deal with the strong sensations that I refuse to call 'pain'? Will I be a good mom? Will the birth go smoothly? Will I be disappointed? Is something wrong with the baby? Should there be more 'stuff' I need to buy? on and on and on and on....

I find these questions pop up and then I do my best to acknowledge them and then let them slide. It's pretty easy for me right now. Something about these pregnancy hormones makes sliding in and out of thoughts and emotions easier for me.

In the lack of clinging and trying to stay free from the bondage of these thoughts, I feel spacey. My plan is to nurture that spaciness...read a novel, paint, take long, slow walks, stop reading parenting books. My rational mind needs to take a back seat for a while. I feel so blessed that I can sort of take myself out of the big world in order to prepare myself for labor. I don't have to work, I don't have to read the news, I can happily loll about and spend my time talking to baby and preparing the house.

This is indeed a magical time. I'm trying to savor every moment of it.

A picture of my painted belly after my last midwife visit...


Many blessings to you all!