I was 28 years old the first time I became pregnant. I am 34 years old now for the last time that I will be pregnant. And I have been pregnant at every.single.age. in between.
As I sit and write this, I have so many emotions wavering around in my heart and in my head. I am closing out a chapter of my life (the pregnancy days) that I have enjoyed immensely. I truly do love being pregnant. From the first positive test to the very last moment that baby kicks inside my belly. I love it all. I have been fortunate to carry on with my normal life mostly while pregnant. I don't know what morning sickness is like and my biggest symptom is nose bleeds. Of course I have been tired throughout each pregnancy but who isn't tired at this stage of life?!
I have been blessed with a {mostly} easy road when it comes to getting pregnant and having babies. Despite suffering a miscarriage and postpartum depression, I wouldn't have wished that pregnancy away. Every moment of the blessing of being pregnant from God has enriched my life in ways that I never dreamed possible.
So I will relish and savor and bottle up these last few weeks. Cherishing the kicks and the flutters. Remembering the moments of keeping sweet baby girl safe inside my tummy. I will hold tight to the beauty of life and the gift that God blessed me with as a woman: the ability to bare children.
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