Wow. You guys are having lots of babies. Babies here, babies there, babies every every where.
Alright, so I should probably start with how I'm really feeling when I first hear about someone expecting.. or adopting.. or pushing out a new squishy baby.
I do feel kind of sad. I don't rush to the "well why not me?" way of thinking.. but I do immediately think about how much I love.... loved... and sort of miss being pregnant.
Dare I say it? but I feel very jealous of you new mommies out there. Big time.
Aside from the day and night feeling of wanting to barf my insides out, I loved every second of it. It also ended up being the only reason why it was easy for me to quick smoking. I still don't smoke cigarettes thanks to my children. Yes, they saved their mama. 5 years of no smoking that I feel hopeful added a few extra healthier years to my life.
I miss being able to fart whenever I wanted. I miss eating (almost) whatever I wanted.. except for those raw hotdogs.. probably not good that I consumed as many craved raw hotdogs that I had. I miss having to be responsible for someone other than myself as far as survival in my own body went. Good thing I didn't give birth to a raw hotdog eh?
I miss the big 'ol belly and seeing it move because of fetal hiccups and the occasional repositioning of whatever that fetus is trying to do in there. Sometimes, I was convinced that James was trying to kill me and my bladder but even that was okay. I remember being terrified that he was going to make my stomach explode. And it's already bad enough that your intestines are pushed so far up into your ribs.
Come to think of it though, I don't miss the pelvic pain and constant Snap, Crackle, and Popping I had when I was trying to move. I also don't miss the sciatic pain. Hmm....
I don't miss the constipation.. the loss of sleep before the baby was born.. and the constant drippy nose I had. Please don't even get me started on the "imbalance" I had when it came to my vagina.. a vagina that I pretty much gave up on because I couldn't see it for several months. And why would I want to look at it anyway.. other than to apologize to it to prepare it for birth. Speaking of imbalance, I had no balance! I know that I looked like a Weeble walking around. I see these beautiful and very large pregnant ladies walk around so gracefully and I just don't get it.
Come to think of it... I think I feel better now. Well, for a minute or two...