I did an amazing thing: I grew a human inside of me and managed to get it out, with the help of HH and some midwives.
Every time I see a pregnant lady, I look at all the other people around her and I think: "You are all here because you each had a woman in your life who loved you enough to carry you and go through the pain of getting you here. You should honor each woman who makes the same choice your mother made." I can't understand women who think they're fat when they're pregnant. You may be gaining weight, but it's all related to growing your baby. Why be ashamed of it? Your body is doing an amazing thing - don't shame it! I never felt as confident in my body and what it could do as when I was pregnant. I wish all women would try to see their bodies that way while they're carrying littles inside of them.
It seems odd that as soon as babies come, people forget about the interval of time of pregnancy. I assure you, when you're dreaming of a full night of sleep again, you don't forget about pregnancy, which probably seemed blissful in comparison to the zombie-like state new moms all subscribe (succumb?) to.
My mom says having a baby is like having the Midas touch. You have all the baby gold of the little coos and gurgles, but you're also responsible for the following "ofs" for your baby: sleeping, eating, bouncing, jollying, singing, and the eating for that baby.
(It also seems to me like having the Milky Way touch. Everything is all milk, all the time: whether you have it, whether you don't; is it time to feed, or is it not; is it time to change a diaper because of all the milk ingested, or is it stinky wind; where in the world did that spot on my clothes come from? oh shoot, I forgot to load the bottle paraphernalia for pumping... the list goes on and on, and IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF MILK!)
And the milk is all because of the baby. And we are so glad we have our baby now. Such joy and wonder and face hurting continuously from so many smiles have never been seen at our house before.
