I enjoy no longer being pregnant and being able to see my babe and make sure he is safe. Really. A lot. I was and am so utterly blessed to be able to carry a child to term and after suffering a miscarriage when I didn't realize I was pregnant (we'd been trying) I appreciate this even more. We are so BLESSED. I am just saying that I am not one of those I excel and love being pregnant ladies. I am thankful that I can get through it though, and there is no better feeling than those tiny first kicks.
I love snuggling him. I am a big hugger but not usually a big snuggler and having this tiny being who just wants to be with me makes me feel pretty freaking awesome. And I do let him nuzzle into my neck.
I love playing with him as he develops, his dexterity, his cognitive abilities are amazing to see as they develop day by day. When one day he wakes up making new noises that I'd never heard from him before.
I enjoy the momships. The new friendships from my little babe. the comradeship of a nursing room with other moms and babes and the cocoon of understanding that you are accepted no questions asked into.
I love waking him up by saying good morning and seeing him raise his little head and tiny tuft of hair and smile when he makes eye contact with me.
I love watching Paul be a dad. it makes my heart melt a little every time roe finds him when he's home from work and a HUGE smile breaks out on both of their faces. Paul does not love slobber covered hands touching his face though :)
my boys on christmas morning
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