Ok, technically, it should be titled "this is my confession". Guys, I miss being pregnant. Like woah. Sometimes I ache for it. I loved being pregnant. I loved every single second of it. Even when I was big and sore and swollen, I loved it.
I don't know if it's because I had a relatively easy pregnancy, or if it's because I tried soooo hard and wanted it sooo bad, but I soaked up every single second. I even find myself still resting my hand on my belly, like I did all the time when I was preggo.
I loved having B lay on my belly to feel the baby move. I loved feeling him move myself. I loved actually seeing him move the bigger and bigger he got. I loved how pretty my hair was. It was so thick and lovely. LOL I loved the pregnancy glow. I loved the cute preggo clothes.
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| Seriously, how great does my hair look? LOL |
And, now I miss it. Basically, I have pregnancy fever. Do NOT confuse that with baby fever. I definitely do not want another baby now, if ever. I am so madly in love with sweet little H that I'm not sure I ever want another baby. But, boy could I be pregnant again. It was the best 37 weeks.
I miss it so much I've actually given serious consideration to being a surrogate. However, since I didn't have a normal healthy pregnancy, I'm out of the running. Who knows, maybe one day I'll give in and decide I'm ready for #2. But, right now, I'm content loving my sweet boy and missing being knocked up.
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