Individual days seem to fly by more quickly than I can capture, but the weeks continue to tick by ever so slowly. I feel a need to complete a whole list of tasks "before the baby comes." Not because they are necessary to caring for a new life, but because my mind is truly boggled about how to do much of anything with an infant in tow. While definitely causing me to slow down, s/he is at least wrapped snug and warm inside of me and I don't have to worry about the logistics of things like travel.
I went to a Bellydancing for Birth workshop this past weekend. It was just at the edge of my comfort zone and was a lovely experience. Female strength is something that I've always "believed" in and held sacred, but I've never felt the need to celebrate it in the way that some do. I think this is partially due to my shyness; to celebrate any aspect of my person makes me a little nervous as I generally like to stay as far away from the spotlight as possible. But, it is something that I would like my daughters to experience. To know that womanhood is special and unique and worth building alters to.