I wish I'd taken more pictures of myself when I was pregnant. I loved
being pregnant. I loved being rotund and awkward and out of breath. Maybe because I had an excuse to not be skinny or maybe because the belly absorbed anything extra around my middle (also promptly left it in it's wake
). I loved it even in the very last moments. Carter was breech, so I was accustomed to rubbing his head or back in my belly. I loved trying to figure out what body parts I felt. I loved feeling him move, even when he woke me up in the middle of the night. The pain in my hips and back is a distant memory, because I remember the love I had for the belly.
This is the last picture before he hatched. 12/25/2008 - 37 weeks
I wonder if it will be the same the second time around. (I'm not, yet.)
I wonder if chasing a baby will make me loathe a belly. I wonder if I'll have morning sickness or high blood pressure, next time.
I'm getting ready, y'all. I ain't getting any younger, you know.
holy crap you scared me....
oh man...another baby for my sara...
i know it makes you happy so thats all that matters...
I am actually kind of mad at myself....I have taken a lot less pictures with this pregnancy! I am going home to take a picture tonight, thanks for reminding me!
Oh how I miss the belly.
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