I did not particularly enjoy pregnancy.
After waiting years to finally get pregnant, I sorta felt obligated to journal the experience, take monthly belly pics and glow like a good pregnant girl. Not only obligated but excited at the chance to do those things, and feel the joy of bringing a little person or two into the world.
Of course, there were many cool perks to pregnancy... like no period for 10 months, thicker hair, a crazy, intoxicating belly laugh, the right to eat just about whatever I wanted, and then some! I had the perfect guilt-free excuse to saying "not tonight" to sex, all those naps I was forced to take, massages for back pain, pedicures, baby showers with more baby stuff than I could ever imagine, weekly trips to the chiropractor (the best cure for preg back aches, by the way), shopping trips to the baby super store for baby stuff for
MY children (finally, a reason to shop there other than someone's shower gift), and all those hours spent chatting it up with my own personal Dr. McDreamy, whom I give loads of credit to for getting us to twin full term. (oh how I miss him. We even exchanged emails quite frequently. He is such a rare find in the medical profession. )
Anyway, it WAS cool to see my belly grow, feel their little kicks and movements, get lots of pampering by friends and family; but, overall I was miserable and could not wait to get my body back. Of course my misery was compounded by having to suddenly quit work at 23 weeks, being in the hospital on strict bedrest for 3 weeks, then strict bedrest at home for another 2 weeks.
But you know, I would definitely do it all over again for these boys. I can't imagine not having them. And I would want to die if anything ever happened to them. They are worth it all!!
And now I miss it. All those days on bedrest, all the guilt free eating... the massages, pedicures, lounging around, waddling to and fro... looking back it doesn't seem so bad. I might even want to do it again some day. Maybe? Just maybe, I said.