My son just turned 5 months old a few weeks back I began to think 1. How time flies and 2. How much I miss being pregnant.
It seems like just yesterday (not a year ago) that I pregnant. I, unlike many, had a wonderful pregnancy. No issues what so ever. I cherished every single day; we had conversations, danced, rested and often indulged in some Häagen-Dazs®(I was partial to the Vanilla bean flavor).
I loved feeling him move inside me having that time to ourselves was the best experience ever had. I have to admit, the closer it got to my due date, the more my feelings were up in the air. I was thrilled and anxious for my son to be born and have him be part of this world and get to know so many people that were awaiting his arrival. At the same time I was a bit saddened, saddened at the thought that all those moments we had shared just the two of us was going to come to an end and I had to share him with the world.
There are still times when I look at him and think back at the moments we shared, the somersaults, back flips and the hiccups that I felt in the middle of the night. These were all special moments that I can call my own.
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