I am due in less than four weeks. Regardless of whether or not I go early, I’ll be sad. I’ve LOVED being pregnant. I love the feeling of another person inside me, someone I have yet to meet. My heart swells when Paul absentmindedly rubs my belly when we’re at a party or waiting to be seated in a restaurant.
I’m going to miss people asking how I’m feeling, and if I’m excited. I’m going to miss SO much of this. Ever since I was a little kid, I’ve wanted to be pregnant. No, not just a mommy, but pregnant. Not that I didn’t know they went hand in hand, trust me. I’ve loved babies and children since day one, it’s not that I didn’t want them. I truly believe I was meant to have babies (wait until I actually BIRTH her, we’ll see how happy I am), I have never been this happy, this content, this… fulfilled.
Boy, I am going to miss this view.
