Sometimes I just can't imagine this miracle of being a woman carrying a child. It is truly a miracle how the body can adapt and transform itself into this little kangaroo pocket and just manufacture a little baby from what was once a love act. I find it stunning, beautiful and extremely fascinating, all at the same time, and my curiosity about how exactly our little "creation" will look like never stops and will probably never stop during the years to come when little A grows older and becomes a boy, then a teenager until one day he stands taller then me as a grown up man, looking down at his mother while I try to correct him or give him lessons about life.
The journey that lays ahead of me/us is so thrilling and I have an enormous amount of love for this little life inside of me. In the belly I know him by heart and all his movements, routines and how he reacts to certain things that I do. Now I just want him out so I can start to explore his little personality for real, and feel his little body that I sense so close inside of me - as a soft and warm little person with eyes and a face.
(jacket: Joseph, trousers: Indiska, bag & flats: Chanel)