The other morning I woke up with my hands resting on my belly. But I wouldn't really call it "resting". They had a purpose being there beyond simply resting. They were cradling.
The moment my conscience broke the surface of waking, it realized there was something inside of me. My subconscious already knew. My body knew. My hands knew. They were protecting, palpitating the precious package possessed within.
I have carried and delivered three other children, but with all three I had never felt I had "Mother's Intuition". What I felt this time was so clearly a perception beyond my normal five senses.
It was tremendous.
I KNEW I was pregnant. Even before I had missed a period. Even before tenderness or digestive issues or emotions evidenced. Even before at-home Hcg tests confirmed.
I believed. I felt. I perceived.
An immediate connection to this child. This baby is real and sweet and mine. This baby is my precious package to guard and protect. To wrap up in secrecy and love. No one in the world knows but me, Heavenly Father, and this tiny adored being.
Intuitively, The Pod
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