...I let myself get this BIG!
Yesterday I had a moment of "Gosh, I kinda miss being pregnant." Then I took a sip of my yummy red wine, looked over at sweet thing and there you were staring up at me and I had a moment of "Gosh, this baby really fit inside of me." So, I decided to get a little creative.
Reason Being:
I always wanted to see pictures of my momma pregnant. To see how she carried, if she had swollen toes, to see the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. Anyone that knows my momma knows she has a sparkle. Unfortunately, there was only one for me to see, and in it she had a huge flannel shirt on and it was blurry. This was probably on purpose.
Well:
I am being very brave, but here is my belly. Bare and Exposed. Yes, turn your eyes if you have a weak stomach. This was your first home my daughter. Warm, protected, and very cramped. I miss feeling your kicks, flutters, and punches. I miss waking up and feeling my belly, knowing what was inside. Daddy misses rubbing my belly and talking to you from the outside world. Speaking of, I miss being able to protect you from everything. We both miss watching my belly contort into crazy shapes. I even miss the excitement of contractions. Well sometimes...
Needless to say:
I also like my wine, wearing bikinis, painting my toes, fitting through doorways, and wearing really high heels...
...and holding your little fingers, and watching you sleep, and kissing your nose, and daydreaming about hearing your little voice, and putting big bows in your hair...Gosh, I am really glad you came on out!
Reason Being:
I always wanted to see pictures of my momma pregnant. To see how she carried, if she had swollen toes, to see the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. Anyone that knows my momma knows she has a sparkle. Unfortunately, there was only one for me to see, and in it she had a huge flannel shirt on and it was blurry. This was probably on purpose.
Well:
I am being very brave, but here is my belly. Bare and Exposed. Yes, turn your eyes if you have a weak stomach. This was your first home my daughter. Warm, protected, and very cramped. I miss feeling your kicks, flutters, and punches. I miss waking up and feeling my belly, knowing what was inside. Daddy misses rubbing my belly and talking to you from the outside world. Speaking of, I miss being able to protect you from everything. We both miss watching my belly contort into crazy shapes. I even miss the excitement of contractions. Well sometimes...
Needless to say:
I also like my wine, wearing bikinis, painting my toes, fitting through doorways, and wearing really high heels...
...and holding your little fingers, and watching you sleep, and kissing your nose, and daydreaming about hearing your little voice, and putting big bows in your hair...Gosh, I am really glad you came on out!
