I’ve been feeling a way about this pregnancy.
I haven’t been able to put a finger on my feelings until this morning.
It’s a feeling of finality.
This is it.
This is the last time I’ll be pregnant.
I wont be able to complain about my sore boobs, aches and pains, and whatnot ever again.
Won’t be able to justify irrational emotional outbursts or cravings for the worst foods.
(oh who am I kidding, I’ll find a way to explain it away lol)
This little nugget is coming into this world to complete* our family.
He or She is the missing piece of our family puzzle!
Mommy, Daddy, Roey & BabyH2.0
This is it.
I grew up dreaming of the “perfect” family I told you about before.
Granted, in my dreams it was a chocolate family, not a chocolate vanilla swirl with caramel drops
Now that I’m ‘all grow’d up’ I realize there is no such thing as perfect, but my desired family unit is going to come true!
This pregnancy signals it.
My first pregnancy was a miracle after being told we couldn’t do it naturally.
It felt special and ‘against all odds’-ish.
A teeny part of me felt that I’d never get pregnant again. (I don’t know if I shared that here)
I really thought maybe it really was a miracle, and pregnancy lightning wouldn’t strike twice.
We’re pregnant before we expected or truly planned to be.
Miracle #2 is here and on his or her way to our arms.
This second pregnancy gets to be special too!
Special and with a huge purpose.
Completing our family.
This. is. it.
Did you know you were done after your final child?
When did (or will) your family feel complete?
*John and I are adopting (a black american boy about 6-8 yrs old) in about 10 years or so.