Monday, July 21, 2014

Two Months to Gr0ooooooooow


My Lil' Yogi Bear - already meditating in my womb!
We've reached 31 weeks in utero together and you are now the size of a coconut, weighing in at 3.25 pounds. Considering how your Papa brings me a freshly opened coconut on mornings as I awake to relish drinking the straight shot of LIFE (through a straw), this only makes sense. In two month's time you will arrive onto this Earth and into our welcoming arms and loving hearts. After seven months of a slow, day-to-day experience - from my first trimester, when I would gaze at my flat stomach and wonder if you were really in there, to my second trimester, when my belly finally popped and all I wanted to do was nest, rest and use my energy to grow you (outside of my must-do responsibilities) - I am now experiencing a quickening of time. 

This cycle - from winter to spring and now into summer, when we have spent nurturing a burgeoning You - has been indelible, sweet and easy. I am so grateful for this experience - of again trusting the innate wisdom of my body while listening to it's needs and desires. I am fortunate and blessed to live in a beach town. The ocean is my reprieve as I've continually filled mine and your Daddy's bed with sand. I am living a dream - to wear dresses and dive in the ocean with my big belly as I am supported by a loving and present Man as well as an expansive and wide Community. All of who just let me bee - I don't want to tend to Dance or relating to a lot of people. I just want to pull in and continue to sow the dark fertility of growth within me. This is my job now - little else is of such high importance.

I'm certainly tired and this, I understand, will continue for awhile after your birth. It was the one thought I had regarding whether or not I could ever bee a parent - could I cope with the lack of sleep? I'm doing the best I can yet it's hard, truth bee told. Your Daddy, however, is very impressed by my attitude about it - although my lack of patience and frustration shone through yesterday morning when I whined to him that "you don't have to do anything; I'm doing it all; and that it really doesn't make any sense that our culture gives new babies their father's last name!!! After all, what did they do to bring you forth but enjoy shooting their seed?" ; ) I'm partially kidding, of course, as your Father is and has been amazing at tending to Me - I'm the One who neglects to ask for what I need! Still, I'm onto something about this last name thing - which is why yours is MOON.

You are a Child of the Moon, of our Universal Feminine Flow (balanced by the Masculine light rays of the Sun - which your middle name represents, of course) and I await the day when I hold you in my arms, stare into your deep eyes and smell your luscious skin. Until then, you shall grow quickly - you've got 5 pounds to put on over the next 9 weeks.
Ready. Set. 
GROW! 
I LOVE having an 'Outtie!'