The beauty of carrying a blessing in your belly, there are no words to describe it π
βThe newly minted maternal heart, it completely melted into mush, the oxytocin I know now, had kicked in, and how. I would fight tigers barehanded, climb down cliffs, throw myself in the path of a speeding car, and even do calculus again if I needed to, for this child.β
β Kiran Manral