I was inspired by Maggie's "Pregnancy doesn't suck" entries when she was pregnant with Hank, and I thought it might be good for me to record some of the nicer aspects of being with child for a change.
This pregnancy has been different from my last, in that it's been significantly harder on me physically and emotionally. Where I loved nearly each and every minute of my pregnancy with Alex, this whole second pregnancy has an air of "Get this over with already so I can get on with my life" to it. It could be the "been there, done that" factor, or simply just the demands of raising a toddler make having a bulbous midsection, sore hips and off and on nausea just that much harder to handle.
This being most likely the last time I experience the miracle of creating life, I'd like to have something to look back on positively. So here it goes.
Reason #1: Boobs
In my opinion, no boobs are better than pregnant boobs. If you've got small boobs, they get bigger. If you have large boobs, they get larger, but in a nice "firm" sort of a way. I've always had ample boobage myself, but they haven't been perky since I was a teenager. My pregnant boobs are the closest to perky I'm ever likely to be without surgical intervention.
I loved my pregnant boobs the first time, then I got nursing boobs and they were downright frightening. We're talking bigger than Dolly here, and were liable to spray you in the eye if you got close enough. Luckily, they went back to their normal shape once Alex was weaned. I felt lucky in that I didn't have to scoop them off the floor and roll them up into my bra. But I sorely missed my pregnant boobs.
Well, here I am, rocking the pregnancy boobs once again, and if I do say so myself, they are spectacular. John, a bonafide "boob man" wholeheartedly agrees. Sure, they're sore, but I'm focusing on the postives here!
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