ANYWAY she walked in and i immediately felt these pangs of missing that stage. i miss having people wait on you and open doors for you and even when they awkwardly touch my belly. i miss waiting all day to feel a few tiny kicks, or the hiccups from the little life in my belly. i miss the excitement of every day getting closer to my due date and the excitement of when that day finally came and hugging andrew and saying "we are having a baby!! like... NOW"
the thing is, i hated being pregnant. but there was something so sweet about that stage that just makes me want to do it over and over again.
and even more, i know that the stage i am in now is one that i will soon come to miss. this stage where i'm nailing the mom to a newborn thing; we've got nursing down, naptime down, bedtime, baths, road trips, plane rides...we are a well-oiled machine, me and that baby of mine. but i know in the not too distant future i'm going to miss these little tiny baby moments where he can't crawl and get into everything and where he won't fall asleep on my chest in a milk-induced coma.
i guess what i'm saying is that i need to be more aware of these little moments. because as sure as i was that i would never miss being pregnant, here i am 2 months later missing being pregnant. (let's be honest, i don't miss it that much. just a little.) so something tells me that i will miss these nights rocking my tiny little baby to sleep and singing him songs while he smiles up and me and grabs my fingers. and even though i can certainly have babies again, i can never have this baby again. so let's just try to enjoy every little minute i get with him. okay? okay.
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