Wednesday, 03 October 2012
When I was pregnant with my son, one of the hobbies that I picked up was journaling my experience of being pregnant with him. It was a way for me to communicate with him, even though he wasn't even out of the womb yet. It turned out to be an equally refreshing and purging experience at the same time.
A few days after we found out we were going to have a child, while perusing the local craft store, I had come across a beautiful silver journal. I had been told to journal before, as it helps to write down your thoughts. It had seemed silly at the time to me. I never knew the value of recording my thoughts.
This beautiful journal that I had found seemed to have my name on it, that I needed to have this journal. Suddenly, a thousand thoughts buzzed around my head. I could chronicle my pregnancy, and after that, I would write about his life, and the milestones my son achieved, his new discoveries each day and more. To me, this journal looked like something that would stand the test of time, something that one day I could give to my son, and in turn he could give to his grandchildren, etc.
The night I began writing, not knowing who exactly I was addressing as I was only about 5 weeks pregnant at the time, I told my baby just who I was, who his daddy was, and how much we both loved him/her already. After finishing my very first entry, I felt a smile spreading across my face. This journal was going to help in more ways then one. I not only wrote down the incredibly happy times but also my other feelings, like how scared I was.
My son is two now, and I still make time to write in the journal. I tell him how much I love him each day, and how much I love his smiles and giggles.
Has anyone else had the experience of chronicling their pregnancy and/or birth? Do you still write in it today?