On Growing Babies

I’m finally taking a minute to sit and write my thoughts about our newest baby (on the inside).  I always have the best intentions of recording every thought, craving, weekly bump picture, etc. but the reality of the situation is that I fall in a deep state of worry, eat everything in sight, sleep in the times-between, and then: ask around for a small crane to lift me up (when my progesterone levels SOAR and I am a human water tower).  This time has been multiplied by 100 since there are MANY;) babies on the outside who still need a mom.

First, I just want to say that this is the MOST incredible thing I’ve done (four times).  I feel (strongly) that this is the crux of life, the “good old days”, and the closest I will ever feel to heaven (when I don’t feel like I’m going to die, which is most of the time).  Getting my babies here has never been simple, or glamorous, or remotely easy, but I am so grateful for all of it.

Whenever the baby finally arrives, I ALWAYS go through a withdrawal period of having him or her on the inside; and I know this time will be no different…even though, at the moment, I can honestly not stand up unassisted.  I can never remember a single bad thing about pregnancy until I go through it again, so I vowed to write down that this time my vein explosion, broken bones, and complete inability to function as a normal human have triumphed.

And yet, I’d do it again.

I can’t believe I get to take part in the miracle of creation.  Those feet!?  The little profile?  SO thankful.