The Last Time

If all goes to plan, this will be the last time I'm ever pregnant. I  haven't even given birth yet and already I feel nostalgic that this stage of my life has come and gone so quickly. Admittedly, we did plan it this way as I always wanted my children to be close in age (and I only ever wanted two), but I never expected to feel so melancholy about it.

After this baby, I will never feel what it's like to pee on a stick again and wait nervously (excitedly!) for the results.

To feel what it's like to have a little secret no one yet knows.

To feel the miracle of having a new tiny little life growing inside of you.

To go to the OB/GYN to see it for the first time; a small black dot on a screen that means the entire world.

To watch my belly grow with every passing month. To feel new life moving and kicking inside of me. 

To moan about heartburn from morning until evening. 

To monitor his size by comparing it to fruit. 

To receive kind smiles from strangers and to be able to cut to the front of the queue. 

To wonder about what he'll look like and who's funny traits he'll inherit.

To wait patiently for his arrival; keeping myself distracted with little things. Excited to think that he could come at any moment...

And then there's the whole newborn stage. I'll be reliving all of that again very soon -- but for the moment, it's pregnancy I'm already missing.

Henry was not a happy bunny in these pics! Photos were edited using the A Beautiful Mess Lightroom presets.

Take a look at photos from my last pregnancy here.