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Sweet anticipation is dipping the stick, holding your breath, and looking closely again before showing your husband. It’s lying still for the ultrasound, searching for the nebulous profile of your baby and asking, “Is everything okay?” It’s a sigh of relief when you’re told that it is.
It’s the excitement of announcing the news and seeing the look on your mother’s face when you tell her she’s going to be a grandmother. It’s the prospect of giving life that came from your love. It’s imagining who this little person inside you will be. Will she look like you? Will he have his dad’s eyes? What is her soul’s purpose?
Sweet Anticipation is touching your belly, enchanted with tiny hiccups and kicking. It’s suffering with nausea, heartburn, and gas. It’s wasting days reading lists of names, double-checking and making sure none are forgotten. It’s picking out colors for the nursery, buying a crib and a rocking chair. It’s swooning as you fold each terry sleeper. It’s crying over sappy TV commercials and counting the days.