I remember, when I was pregnant with my children, delivery got easier, but carrying a baby for 9 months became increasingly difficult.

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Life is like this–in anticipation of a new goal reached, a new milestone completed—as we mature, being familiar with the road ahead doesn’t necessarily make us feel better.

I don’t know anyone who looks forward to labor.

In order to “deliver our baby,” we can’t skip the process of working extra hard up to the point we finally birth the “finished product.”

We can’t forget the loneliness inherent in carrying our baby alone.

No amount of empathy can take away the stages of growth, or alleviate the mounting pressure inside you.

Just when you think you can’t take one more step, like the whole world has abandoned you. You realize. There’s no turning back. The dam breaks. This is the point of no return. Nature is taking its course.

You have no choice but to hold on for dear life, with shaking faith that your body knows just what to do.

When it’s time to deliver your dreams, naturally or by C-section, the final day of labor will arrive and your eyes will hardly believe the miracle before you.

Yes, it’s your choice whether you want to take the journey again.


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