Expecting is a marvelous process that is far from expected. We gullible human beings are forgetful of the initial nausea or sickness as if floating over the wavy sea. Nonetheless, after the bumpy ride when it begins, expecting is navigating into the smooth ride of sweet, blissful waiting.
It is nothing like looking forward to a special occasion or festival. There is no solid picture of decorative trees or exquisite gifts. What flash into mind are floating images of rumpled clothes, shrieks, giggles, and tender, soft touches.
All blame goes to the hormones. They masterly manipulate emotions and control mood swings. The cynical, whiny, and self-destructive old hag is seamlessly transformed into the loving, hopeful and benevolent new being. What a masterpiece of human miracle!
At the moment of occasional blankness, the naïve voyageurs could not help dreaming about the end of the journey, which would undoubtedly lead to the brand-new chapter that celebrates life, joy, and adventure. No matter the road ahead is rough or even, the newly formed band would hold their big and tiny hands together through thick and thin, in the sacred name of family.
Martian Notes 
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