This post was written on Aug. 12. I was not pregnant yet, nor were we exactly trying, but it was certainly on my mind.
I really want to be pregnant. That sounds weird, even as I type it, even though I’ve wanted it for about two months already now. I’ve just never really said it OUT LOUD. Until the other day in the kitchen. The hubs looked at me like I was crazy for a minute but whatever. Maybe it was my time at BlogHer; seeing, meeting and listening to so many mothers. Maybe it’s all the mom blogs I read and all the pictures of their adorable children and posts about how their hearts feel like they’re going to explode just from THINKING of their little one. Maybe it was when I browsed the baby aisle at Target considering gift ideas for friends that are pregnant. Maybe it was buying that pink Hello Kitty backpack for my cousin’s daughter that I’m planning to see this weekend.
Or maybe I’m just looking for an excuse for feeling so fat lately. Specifically in the belly area.