I love having Luke with me. I love snuggling him to sleep, feeding him, giving him tons of kisses, and loving on him. I love listening to him coo, make new sounds, and even cry. I love every diaper, soiled outfit, and cranky day we have together.
That being said, there are times I really miss being pregnant.
I'm not entirely sure why though. I had a rather rough pregnancy. I lost weight for the constant throwing up my first trimester, was SUPER tired my second trimester, and had to inject myself with insulin for a good chunk of the process. My moods went all over the place and I was terrible to be around.
But the baby was all mine. I didn't have to share him or worry about others carrying him. I could easily drive with him without a car seat. Every kick was known only to me unless I decided to share.
I wouldn't trade him being with me for the world, there are just some times I miss him being mine ONLY. Call me selfish, but I do.
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