Labor of Love

I’ve never done one of those posts that is addressed to my little on their monthly anniversary of their birth.  It wasn’t a conscious decision, but just something I’ve never manged to pull off.  However, tomorrow marks nine months.  I’m not sure why that leaves me so in awe.  Perhaps it is because it marks the time that he has been in this world as long as he was in the womb. 

I’ve never questioned myself as to whether or not I’m Lucky’s mother.  I felt that way from the second he was placed in my arms.  Rather, there’s something mentally in me that feels almost as if his biological mother and I are now on level ground.  (Yes, I know this sounds crazy.)  She carried him for nine, and I have carried him for nine.  No, not like a competition.  Hmm, not sure I’m making much sense here. 

I never had the chance to feel him wriggle around inside me, but he’s wiggled his little self completely into my heart.  I never felt him kick me from the inside, but surely have after placing him in bed to snuggle for an hour before getting up for some breakfast.  I didn’t create him, but he has created a whole new life for me.  I’m beyond touched to be his mother.  Now, if I could just get him to stop biting and pinching! 

Happy nine beautiful months Lucky.  I love you.