It has come to an end…

My pregnancy journey, that is.  May of 2022 through January of 2023 were the beginning and end of this final pregnancy chapter in my life.  I will never forget how incredibly hard this last one was.  From the jump, it was different… much more difficult than my first two.  The first two were a breeze, I felt.  Not this one… not even a little bit.  Many days spent in bed, not able to physically force myself out.  Extreme fatigue.  Couldn’t eat or drink anything (even a drop of water) without the wrath of indigestion savaging my throat and chest with fire like heat.  And the pressure… down below… and labor, delivery and recovery is for the birds!  Don’t want or need to do that again!  Done.

But the funniest thing… I’m going to miss it.  I already do.  Ok, I don’t miss the bad, but I am sure going to miss the bump… and the kicks… and the sweet little hiccups… I have missed these things every time my three babies arrived.

And it will never be again.

I will cherish the twenty seven months that I was blessed with to carry my babies in my belly.  I will hold these memories dear to my heart, even though it feels as if my heart has left my body and is in the form of my beautiful children.

They are my whole world, and not a day, hour, minute, second… will go by… without me thanking God for them.  Thank you!

** As always, all credit for these photos goes to my beautiful and talented friend, Laura Gattis.**