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There’s a quiet kind of magic in this season.
The waiting. The wondering. The way your hands rest on your belly without even thinking — already memorizing someone you haven’t met yet.

Pregnancy moves slowly and all at once. One day you’re counting weeks… the next you’re wishing you could freeze time just long enough to remember how it felt to carry them, dream about them, hope for them.

These are the moments that become stories later.
The ones your child will look back on and say, “that was for me, I was in there.”

If you’re in that tender in-between season — still waiting, still dreaming — this is your reminder that it deserves to be remembered. Not just how it looked, but how it felt.

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