When Two Cains Become Three... then FOUR!

It's small print, so I'll translate:

""A mark for every breath you took, every blink, every sleepy yawn. One for every time you sucked your thumb, waved hello, closed your eyes and slept in the most perfect darkness. One for ever time you had the hiccups. One for every dream you dreamed within me.

It isn't very pretty anymore. Some may even think it's ugly. That's OK. It was your home. It's where I first grew to love you, where I lay my hand as I dreamed about who you were and who you would be. It held you until my arms could, and for that I will always find something beautiful in it."

Makes me cry happy tears. No... this is not my stomach, but the saying is correct... it's beautiful! I worry about stretch marks as I rub my already marked belly, from my first pregnancy, with cream. When I see a picture like this and read a poem of such love... it makes me remember, every line is worth it! Each line has a purpose... it is all from love. I love this sweet baby Levi growing inside of me more than I ever could have imagined... and he's not even here! I will be grateful for each mark, because those marks mean I was blessed with the ability to carry a child... to feel him growing and moving inside of me. Thank you GOD! God is amazing, I am so glad he chose women to be able to carry these babies inside of us, and for us to personally feel the miracle. I feel blessed today! :)

Alright, this pregnant and happily tearful woman is signing off!

God bless! :)