What Stops Me

Everyday I want to give up, the stress is just becoming to much. Everyday, I want to explode. Everyday I cry. But what stops me everyday, from letting go..She stops me. My daughter stops me. I look down at my growing belly. And just think, in three more months, my daughter will be here. In my arms, looking up at me. Her mom. The women who carried her for 9 months. The women who put up with the pain, and sickness. The women who kept going. Me. I want my daughter to always know, I never gave up on her. And I never will. She stops me from giving up everyday..