As sad as it is to say, I am finally getting used to the idea that I won't be having a baby in December. Yesterday though, I did start crying at the baptism that I attended. The person being baptized was this young lady and the only talks given were by a couple of other young ladies in her primary class (she's 10 versus 8, which really affected the maturity of the talks...they were wonderful.) All I could think of was my own daughter getting baptized...it was heartbreaking for me.
In total opposition to that, surprisingly, I am loving being my own person again...a non-pregant woman. I went from being pregnant with Joseph, to nursing for a year afterwards, and then on to being pregnant again almost immediately after I stopped nursing. I certainly didn't feel like my own person...I felt like a mom.
Don't get me wrong. I still feel like a mom (and I do love it!) but now I also enjoy feeling like a regular person again...one that isn't gaining weight every day, or isn't able to bend over and shave her legs without taking a break every other minute. I also enjoy having my breasts back. The medication they gave to induce labor also caused my body to think that I needed milk. It was painful and seemed to take forever to get back to normal. Now that it is, I am even more appreciative of a regular old female body.
Tracey,
ReplyDeleteYou've got such a good attitude on things! Keep it up! You guys have been in our thoughts and prayers daily...We love you!!! :)
Hugs & Loves from Oregon...
Liz & Family
Pretty sure I never got my breasts back. They now sag and droop like deflated balloons tangled on a telephone wire.
ReplyDeleteGlad you're enjoying the positive aspects.
Avery's getting baptized in January, and whenever I think about it, I feel sure that I should be doing a lot more to prepare her.
Yesterday we stayed home from church to pack (Hopefully we're getting keys today, and we had already said goodbye at this ward, and our new one is 45 min. away, and basically we needed to pack and clean and we're not that righteous, apparently --don't tell my parents, k?)
Anyway, Avery was appalled that we weren't going to church. So I guess we're doing SOMETHING right.
Tracy...all this time I thought that maybe I was being whimpy about the feeling like my milk would never dry up and how painful it was. So did you have cytotec? Does that make your milk come in with a vengeance? Just curious to know. You and your hubby are still in our thoughts and prayers and will be for a long time. Take care!
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