While being pregnant I realized something: it feels wonderful. I hate to say it but the last pregnancy felt like I just needed to grind through it. We wanted a sibling for P but I really didn’t have the energy for it all. In retrospect there was alot wrong with our lives that I didn’t know at the time.
Last week I was at the stove making breakfast and I felt so good with my round belly. I was tired but not in a bad way. I was happy. I felt strong as a mother and I felt our marriage is strong and I felt ready. I felt I could give as much attention to this coming child as I had given to P when she arrived.
This time around I feel ready and thrilled and excited to be pregnant again.
