I just want to see two lines on that test.

I just want to have ultrasounds and hear a heartbeat other than my own.

I just want to tell my husband that we finally did it and that God finally gave us the desires of our heart.

I just want to tell my parents that they get to be grandparents.

I just want to see my belly grow with life and love.

I just want to feel flutters and kicks and have a dance party.

I just want to wear cute little dresses that show a round belly.

I just want to have swollen feet and tired aches to remind myself of the miracle inside.

I just want to have the balloons and the parties to celebrate new life.

I just want to share stories with other moms of the excitement and nerves of birth.

I just want to have a child of my own to love endlessly, protect fearfully, and to give everything I have, expecting nothing in return.

I just want to be pregnant.