Today was my due date.
And it’s a bittersweet day for me.
On one hand, I’m so very happy I was able to put Jáchym in the arms of his new daddies a little early. Seeing them together as a family has been one of the most rewarding experiences of my life. Tomas and Honza are complete naturals when it comes to parenting. I know a thing or two about having a newborn and I can say, without a doubt, that they were meant to be daddies.
On the other hand (and I’m going to be a bit selfish for a moment so please bear with me), I miss being pregnant. I really, truly do. I was putting away all my maternity clothes the other day and I won’t lie, I shed a tear. Maybe two. (But give it up for me on being back in my pre-preggo clothes, eh?? Holla!)
When I was nearing the end of my pregnancy, people would ask me how I was feeling. Every so often I would say “I’m done”.
I wish I could take that back.
I wasn’t done. Regardless of the nasty heat, the swelling and inability to move without grunting, I really did love being pregnant. I loved knowing that I was caring for a little unborn miracle and doing my part to help create a family. Sure, I loved that moment that he came into this world, but a little part of me just wishes I could still be pregnant.
Plus, maternity clothes are comfy. Screw the zippers and buttons on jeans; I want my full panel back!