All through my pregnancy, I thought about the tiny baby growing inside my womb. At mealtimes, I would think about my baby and gulp down an extra glass of milk. My fast-diminishing choices of wardrobe were a constant reminder of the new life swelling inside me. At night, increasing difficulty in turning made me uncomfortably conscious of the baby growing within. Yes, no matter what I did or where I went, there was seldom a time when my unborn baby was far from my thoughts.
Mothers think about their kids a lot, both before and after they're born.
They suffer for them and with them. They sacrifice for them. They love to laugh with them. They love them and pray for them. God thinks about His children constantly too.