This is my belly.
I’m 32 weeks pregnant.
Before falling pregnant I was suicidal, depressed and I felt worthless. Now just knowing that the little life growing inside me relies on me for absolutely everything and will grow up calling me mummy and telling me how much he loves me every day makes life worth living.
I live every single second of my day for you, my miracle.
And as much as you’ve stretched my skin and made me stretch mark galore, I would do it again in a heartbeat.
Before you, I uses to only care about how people saw me, I used to stress about any kind of mark on my skin except the marks I put there, now, every single mark is another mark of every reason to live.
I promise to always be here for you. Because you are my perfect little boy.
In a month and 2 weeks you’re due. I couldn’t be more happy.
I love you more than life itself, BNM. Forever and always.
I am a mummy. And a damn proud one too.