Some women just wear pregnancy so well. It’s as though they are born to be pregnant. I know it’s cliche but I still think it’s true – they glow; radiate even. I can remember, throughout the grips of my Hyperemesis Gravidarum that I so desperately wanted to be one of those women. I searched for the ‘glow’ but alas I don’t believe I found it whilst growing any of my three beauties.
I’m OK with never finding that elusive beauty for myself, because I get to experience the next best thing – the radiant, glow I see in all the expectant mothers I have the pleasure of meeting. There is nothing more beautiful then watching a mother to be who has all but a few weeks to wait until she meets her beautiful baby. A father and a soon to be sister, waiting to meet the new addition to their family, is as close as it gets.
