I was thinking about how much I love being a mom. It reminded me of a story I have told before. I pulled it from my other journal and posted it here. It is one of my favorite memories of being pregnant with Isabelle.

 November 2, 2007 - Friday
 Having Isabelle was such a miracle. I enjoyed that pregnancy so much. I loved being pregnant. There is something so comforting in touching your tummy and feeling movement under your hand. I still remember the moment that I knew Isabelle was aware of me, even though she was inside me. I was sleeping on my side and Isabelle grew uncomfortable. She pressed against the side that was on the mattress and let me know I was not going to be able to lie on that side long. I rolled over and pressed my hand to my side. I pushed in and then let go. To my surprise and awe I felt Isabelle push against my side again..only this time she left her hand pushed outward. She had felt me. I placed my hand over hers. My hand on the outside of my body and hers on the inside. It was surreal. It was strange. It was AMAZING. I will never see pregnancy as anything other then a miracle.