Background: growing up I just KNEW I was NOT the girl who was going to get "married", have babies, and live a "Mom" life. I was going to travel the world, drink champagne in ball gowns, wake up in different cities, and be a "free spirit". You can see how WRONG I was... To my 18 year old self - you had NO clue girl.
After marriage - comes babies, right? Yep... that was exactly my thinking... Married in 2005 - Elle arrived in 2007 and Wesley in 2010. Truth of the matter is - I HATED being pregnant. HATED IT. Elle's was a breeze - Wesley's was horrendous. I didn't like carrying around all that extra weight, I didn't like people touching my belly, I didn't like swollen ankles, not being able to bend over and tie my own shoes, people talking about my "waddle", etc.. Ugh... it was not glorious to me. I know some people love feeling the kicks, hiccups, movements - it all made me HURT. Wes was a football player in my belly and had me in PAIN 24/7.
|Man I hated being pregnant - sorry I am not sorry|
|Holy Belly -and arms, and legs, and bum, and face... ICK|
I remember going into labor with Elle (my water broke at work) yes, lovely I know... E was a wreck - he didn't speak and "I" drove us both to the hospital, IN LABOR!!! He was useless as soon as he saw me, and kept telling me that I "just peed my pants". COME ON!!!!! Elle's labor was a breeze - and out she came out in 3 pushes, at 10:15 p.m. on August 17th, 2007 and I felt a feeling that NO OTHER person in my ENTIRE life could give me.... it was unconditional LOVE... Her face, her belly, her tush, her crooked nose (from birthing), her tiny hands and feet were PERFECTION - nothing on this planet could of been more perfect. I held her so close and that feeling is UN PARALLEL. Yep my tiny selfish heart, grew like the Grinch's that day. My baby GIRL was here....
|Elle Rose a few days old|
|1st Bee Day|