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In Which I Ponder This Pregnancy

I think the people who are closest to me would be surprised to know that I love being pregnant. Yes, I am more uncomfortable than ever, my hormones are off the chart, I'm tired, have constant heartburn, backaches, and swelling...and maybe I complain...a little!! But I love it. From the moment I learn I am carrying a new life to the moment he or she debutes, I feel like the most special woman in all the world. And even though I share every experience with my family, there are just some things that will always be a secret between me and this little baby.

Without a doubt this has been a tough pregnancy.  I started with more disadvantages than in my first go around: weight, a stressful, full time job, an energetic four year old ;0) I remember feeling sick and tired in the first trimester with Brooklyn, and I remember feeling swollen and tired in the last trimester as well.  With Grayson it seems like I have really only had about 4 really good weeks (if that!). With Grayson I have had extensive morning sickness, and now I am dealing with high blood pressure that could develop into preeclampsia. Thankfully I do not have gestational diabetes as well. Being on bed rest is tough because I find myself overevaluating every little ache, like it might mean something more serious.

Yet, regardless of the aches, pains, discomforts, and potentially serious threats, I will always look back on this time as uniquely special and wonderful. And maybe someday God will bless us with yet another and I'll get to do it all again!

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  1. Do it as many times as you want. So far the Hiltons have a 100% success rate of having adorable kids :) I don't think that number will change anytime soon, either!

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