Here I am at fourteen weeks in this pregnancy. And though I have been sick much of the time I am also enjoying every minute of it. I want to cherish every second of this pregnancy because I know this will most likely be my last.
I could definitely see myself with five or six children, but I also know my hubby is stretching his limit of 4 kids for me. So 4 is our magic number. And it is a great number. A number I am so blessed to be able to have. No complaints out of me.
But this pregnancy is going too fast. I'm in the second trimester already. Soon I'll be feeling the baby's kicks on a regular basis. I'll start showing and I'll even find out the baby's gender. In just a little while my favorite time will be here. Right around 24 weeks when my belly is finally looking like a nice round baby belly and I start learning the baby's sleep/wake schedule. When the hubby can start feeling the kicks for himself. When my head starts filling with visions of nursery items yet to be purchased, and a tiny "going home from the hospital" outfit is sought out. Then all too soon that time will be gone and before you know it baby will be here. And my last pregnancy will be over and I will once again be writing a birthday post whining about how fast my baby is growing up.
Yes, it goes too fast. So I'm cherishing. Cherishing every minute of this pregnancy. Even the yucky ones. Because every moment is precious. And I want every second to be locked away in my memory.