Day 17 of the Blogtember blog challenge : a memory you would love to relive
From the moment I could feel the little flutters in my stomach at twenty weeks I felt I could breathe again.
During my pregnancy I had been feeling so insecure and afraid something would go wrong and those wonderful, tiny movements would set my mind at ease the second I felt them.
They were constant little reminders that everything was okay.
And they were most beautiful.
But those movements (or the lack of them) could paralyze me too.
If I hadn't felt movement for a while I would be in panic mode until I felt them again.
I was so full of fear.
Looking back I wish I could have enjoyed those flips and flutters and nudges more,
and not let fear rule me.
I wish I could have trusted God more.
I hope that if I ever get to relive those moments,
with a new baby fluttering away, I'll trust more and fear less.