- Not having someone kick and roll and move literally 24 hours a day.
- Give me heartburn and acid reflux.
- Control what I eat and how much.
- I want to decide what I wear and not my huge belly at only 27 weeks.
- I want to be able to play with my kids and move faster than a snail.
- The back pain that never goes away.
- My belly making it hard to carry my kids or hold them in my lap or give them a hug.
- The way I am wheezing from just walking up the stairs or folding laundry or just talking to much.
- The way I am EXHAUSTED CONSTANTLY. That could be due to trying to keep up with 3 kids, one of them being a very crazy 2 year old who likes to RUN!
- I put my hand on my belly and my baby says hello by moving.
- when my other kids come up to me and rub my tummy and tell Baby Ace they love him.
- the fact that they all look like their Daddy.
- how happy I am to be surrounded by little people that love me unconditionally.
- the joy I feel when Sam is holding them and playing with them.
- when the doctor firsts puts my newborn baby in my arms and I know Heavenly Father just sent me his most prized possession.
So I guess in the end it is all worth it..... sometimes!
1 comment:
it's funny how after a couple years we forget all the miserable-ness of it all(and weight gain -for me:) and want another sweet newborn to hold:)
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