I realize this is not a very original thought, but I'm saying it anyway.
This kid growing in my belly? I love him.
Everytime I feel him kick, or flip, or do cartwheels (or whatever it is he's busy doing in there)? I could melt. And maybe, just maybe, I've been eating obscene amounts of chocolate because I know it makes him hyper. I can neither confirm nor deny that.
Now, maybe I will feel differently when he's 6 lbs and is using my bladder as a sofa and my ribs as punching bags. But for now? Bring on the acrobatic circus moves.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
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That's kind of the neat thing about being an infertile! You appreciate everything so much more than someone who gets it so easily. I know that I will cherish every moment when I get a BFP!
The movement and the kicking was my favorite part of pregnancy. I loved every second of it. And you're right- it never gets old. Wait and see how tough it will be to focus on work when all you want to do is watch your son's elbow slide across your belly. :)
Of course it never gets old! It's your own little miracle :-)
It never gets old reading about it :-)
Enjoy every minute of it. So happy for you.
How neat! Just remember when he is using your bladder as a sofa, that means he is growing big and strong. I hope I am not too far behind.
I love the way you describe your pregnancy. And the way you tell us how in love you are with your baby boy.
It's just so lovely to witness.
HUGS
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