In a flash, nine months of pregnancy are over. Three times now, I mourned the passing of pregnancy in the midst of birthing and in its afterglow of delight.
The moments captured above are in the last weeks of this third pregnancy as I patiently and peacefully waited for my little one’s arrival. I was well tended and nurtured by so many — my partner, friends near and far, as well as several gentle caretakers.
Much love, calm and happiness evolved during this time.