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Missing My Bump. . .





I have always known that I wanted to be a mom. ALWAYS. And OF COURSE it is more rewarding and amazing than I ever could have imagined it to be. What I did not know, is how much I would LOVE being pregnant. I mean, I was happier, healthier, and truly more content than I had ever been in my entire life. My migraines ceased, I think I only reached for my inhaler once, and my thyroid levels had improved for the first time in a decade .

(Yes, I can hear the grumblings from the peanut gallery)



I know, I know. . . Not everyone has a great pregnancy, but I'm not rubbing it in, I SWEAR! I just miss it terribly. I was teaching a class yesterday, and one of the stylists was "ready to POP anyday now". I was distracted the entire time, and found myself daydreaming about the days that I was sitting in the back of the room, rubbing my belly. I could tell by her expressions now and then, that the lil one was doing some heavy duty calisthenics in there. She made it clear that she is "over it", but I couldn't hide my longing looks. Awkward much?!?!
UGH. . . Is this baby fever? Is it wrong that I don't necessarily want another baby right now, but would give anything to be pregnant again?


As I sit inside on this blustery Chicago evening, with my lil' monster by my side (watching Backyardigans of course). . . I find myself scanning over the very few pictures I happened to take of me and my bump. Honestly, I owe a HUGE apology to everyone who said I would regret not taking tons of pregnancy shots. I swore they were crazy. 

This was literally the first time the bump appeared on camera!

Starting to stretch those seams. . .


and my favorite . . . I didnt realize it looked like a disembodied hand until EVERYONE pointed it out. HA

If I had it to do over again, I would take more photos. A lot of them. Not necessarily for Facebook, or to document them anywhere publicly. They could be for my eyes only. They could be crazy artsy shots or just blurry mirror shots. Most importantly, they could give me my baby-bump fix on nights like this. 

Is there anything YOU wish you had done during your pregnancy? 






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  1. are you sure you dont just miss the act of GETTNG pregnant? cuz thats the best part imo

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