Within the last week my feelings of love for my son have grown immensely. I know words cannot describe the intensity of emotion I feel, but for his sake I want to try. I’ve often gawked at the phrase pregnancy ” glow.” How can I glow each morning when I’m frustratedly trying to cover up a bad case of pregnancy acne, or constantly shifting positions on the couch in order to find a comfortable way to sit, when the constant rubbing of little feet inside my ribs is causing internal burning, or sharp pains are radiating from somewhere “down there.” And yet, these past few days I have felt this overwhelming eagerness to show my love for my little boy. To hold him in my arms, to kiss his sweet face, and whisper “I love yous.” While a few weeks ago, I would chide him when he pushed hard against my belly saying “Scotland it’s not time to come out yet, you need to stay in a little longer.” Now I find myself encouraging him, “Come on out, little guy. I love you. I can’t wait to hold you.” Seeing other women holding their babies makes my heart swell. One of my greatest desires is to learn to love like Christ, unconditionally. I’ve often heard mothers tell how they have felt their capacity to love expand and grow as each new child was added to their family. I can attest to this. Just like the grinch, I feel my heart has grown three sizes this past week. Maybe it’s not just the baby that’s make things bulge around my middle!