this morning #664.

this morning, in search of good fortune & with no buddha statues in the immediate area, she rubbed her own belly. four months into her pregnancy, she was quite grateful that the nausea was under control but now her breasts had become somewhat of a sore point. despite the pain & tenderness, it was still a good sign. everything seemed to be going along just fine. she was almost halfway to finally becoming a mom and, as strenuous as this all seemed, she was pretty sure that eighteen years down the line, when she looked back at this time, the weight of these nine months of miserable physical feelings would likely be eclipsed by a whole host of emotional ones.