| Me, 17 weeks pregnant with Imogen |
Sometimes, particularly around the time of the birth of a brand new baby (and there have been a few in Oct/Nov) and also around the time of pregnancy announcements (of which there was another one today), I miss being pregnant. Not 32+ weeks, waddling and struggling to breathe pregnant, but something a FB friend of mine called "Cute Pregnant."
I really enjoyed my pregnancy, even though at the end I was admitted with pre-eclampsia and she was born a bit earlier than planned. I really really loved early pregnancy, you know, around the time when you have a fresh baby bump, and you find out the gender, and feel the first kicks - for me this was all back in February.
I really want to go through all that again for my girl, we have both figured that Rhys is destined to be surrounded by women, so we are having two girls (we think) and Immy is such a daddys girl, but the youngest will be all about mummy.
We have agreed to have two children, but when will we be welcoming our youngest?
I do not know, but probably not any time soon.
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