Yesterday, I walked through BJ's with my sleeping daughter in the cart, and ran into a very pregnant woman. Even though I, too, was very pregnant only 2 short months ago, I couldn't stop staring at her big, round belly, remembering the joys of pregnancy. Don't get me wrong: I LOVE LOVE LOVE being a mommy. But, I also loved being pregnant. Of course, there were aches, pains, stresses, & fears (What would labor be like? What would my child be like? Would she be okay? How will our family change? Yada yada yada). But, I really loved being pregnant... people don't always talk about the joys of prenancy.
Knowing that those little kicks in your belly were actually from your future child's feet, hands, elbows, knees. I mean, we all know that a baby (or fetus) exists inside a pregnant belly. Does anyone stop to think that just an inch (or so) below the skin that you see & touch, the baby-to-be's little limbs are kicking and making those bumps that you see? That those little ears have begun to work before you ever see them... and even recognize mommy's voice? That the baby-to-be has begun "breathing" amniotic fluid to prepare his/her lungs for breathing air when he/she is born? I loooooved thinking about these things! And, I loved knowing that no one else but me would ever carry my baby inside them. Pregnant women give all of their bodies & minds (whether or not they realize it) to that little being inside them (largely thanks to the hormonal joys). To me, it's just a very cool thing.
I absolutely adore my baby & wouldn't give her up for the world. But I have to say, being pregnant with her was quite wonderful as well :)
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