I loved being pregnant. From the time I saw that little pink line on the pregnancy test until I pushed Carina into the world, I truly enjoyed every minute. However, I have a couple regrets...
1. I should have taken more pictures of my pregnant self. Sure, I have my weekly belly pics which I enjoy scrolling through and watching my stomach grow freakishly huge, but there are very few other pictures in existence. I have a couple from my baby showers, but in almost all of them I am with other people. Not a single I-am-a-pregnant-goddess-look-at-me-glow picture.
I didn't want to have a maternity photo shoot because I had no idea what I would do with the photos. Looking back, I see that it isn't just about the photos. It's about the experience...looking and feeling beautiful, being the center of attention. If I could go back in time I would have them done. Not the cheesy 'alphabet blocks on the belly' kind of photos, the 'I love this squirmy thing in there more than anything and I want to capture and preserve the excitement and joy of anticipating her arrival' kind. Yes, I just jammed a run-on sentence into what should have been simply an adjective. A single adjective wouldn't do it justice.
2. M and I should have spent more quality time together. We were both so busy with work and money was rather tight, so we decided against going on any sort of a baby moon. We did drive four hours to our friends' wedding up in northern WI, but staying at a Best Western for one night in the middle of nowhere doesn't really fit in with my idea of a romantic weekend away. There was a gun convention at the hotel the night we were there. When we checked into the hotel, there were men in the lobby with rifles. I nearly shat my pants. We also didn't go on many dates. I was so tired all the time (due to pregnancy) and he was tired all the time (due to being a PhD student - aka PiledhigherandDeeper); it just didn't happen. ::sigh::
So pregnant women and the ladies out there who are trying to get pregnant (because you will get pregnant), please revel in your pregnancies. Cherish every minute...even the ones spent hovered over the toilet or huffing and puffing up three flights of stairs in an elevatorless building...because it will come to an end. And you will probably miss it.
You will love the precious little person who just emerged from your body more than you can imagine, but you will miss feeling him or her kick and roll inside of you. You will marvel as you touch your baby's little fingers and tiny toes, but you will wish you could run your hands over your enormous, ready-to-burst belly just one more time.
The gift at the end of the journey is so special, but so is the journey itself. Enjoy.