The Divine Miracle of Childbirth: Reflections from My 31st Week

NOT MY BUMP, this is just a stock photo. Aint no way im gonna show you mine haha 🙂‍↔️

I’m 31 weeks in, and it’s still so surreal to think there’s a little soul growing inside me. An actual living, breathing being. It’s not just a bunch of cells – it’s a whole human in there, forming in ways that no science or logic could ever fully decipher. This is Allah’s miracle in its purest form.

I’ve gone through almost every symptom you can imagine during this pregnancy. Nausea that could knock anyone out, feeling drained of energy 24/7 – you name it, I’ve probably dealt with it. And it hasn’t been smooth sailing, either. I’m on strong progesterone meds, with injections almost every week because of some complications. The old me would’ve freaked out at the thought of weekly needles. But now, I’m like, “Bring it on.” It’s surreal what you’re willing to endure when there’s another life depending on you. And honestly, I don’t think I could’ve made it this far without my husband’s support. He’s been there through every doc visit, making me laugh through the pain, keeping me sane when everything felt overwhelming.

But you know what feels strange? All those words people use – like “mother” or “baby.” They just don’t seem to fit me. I still feel like a kid myself. Me? A mother? It’s almost laughable. I’m still figuring out my own life, and now I’m supposed to be responsible for another human? But at the same time, I know that this tiny being is mine, and I’d go to war if anything even slightly wrong happened.

I still remember the first time I saw it on a sonogram. It was 11 weeks along, looking like a little peanut, arms and legs moving around like it was dancing. I cried so hard because, damn, that was real. Not some abstract idea of pregnancy, but an actual tiny being, alive and growing inside me. And it wasn’t just some random living thing, like bacteria or viruses (yeah, weird comparison, but that’s how my brain works sometimes). This was a whole human! And it’s mine.

It’s overwhelming, all these feelings. Some days I’m terrified, other days I’m excited, and most days, it’s a mix of both. But I know one thing for sure: I’d give it the world. There’s this fierce protectiveness I’ve never felt before. Like, I’d roar and fight anyone who tried to mess with this little being. I know I’ll do whatever it takes to give it the best, because it’s mine, and I love it beyond words.

Sometimes I think about how I’ll feel looking back on all this in ten years. Maybe I’ll laugh at how dramatic I was. Maybe I’ll miss these chaotic, emotional days. Who knows? But right now, it feels important to capture everything as it is. To write it all down, messy thoughts and all, because this is my journey. My story.

And yeah, I know I’ll be overwhelmed again tomorrow. And the day after that. But I’ll keep writing, keep feeling, and keep embracing this crazy, beautiful, surreal miracle that’s happening inside me. Because that’s what this is – pure, unfiltered, Allah-given magic that no one could ever fully decipher.