Baby Blessing

Baby Blessing, that is what my mom decided to call this little being inside of me. It's cute and fitting(besides I felt weird calling a baby "it" all the time). Most everyone that has found out has told me that giving life is always a blessing; it may not seem like it now but when do we ever see things as blessings?
It's taken me a while to warm up to the idea that this is a blessing and not an accident.There are times, like when I'm throwing up or feeling sorry for myself, that I feel this is the furthest thing from a blessing I've ever experienced. I think all the way back to Eve and curse her for eating that damn, delicious apple.
Then I think about tiny fingers and toes, I think about a little person being inside of me and I cry of course, but I also am captured by the wonder of it all. It is so far from my understanding, life is such an amazing miracle and I am caught in a moment of awe. That is when I think, that maybe, maybe everyone is right and maybe this is a blessing.