I love when I first found out I was pregnant. So excited I couldn't believe my eyes.
I hated the beginning of pregnancy when you spend half your time bent over the toilet or cleaning up the puke that didn't make it to the toilet.
I loved reading all my new books on what the baby looks like, whats growing, and the new exciting adventures.
I hated the fact that my baby in the pictures looked like a hamster.
I loved finally getting out of my first trimester.
I hated anyone else who was farther along than me, as if I was going to catch up. (just so competitive)
I loved hearing the heart beat for the very first time. So innocent and sweet.
I hate worrying constantly that something I ate, or did or breathed or anything would hurt my baby.. paranoia basically.
I loved the first time I felt my baby kick, its like he always reminds me he is there and doesn't want me to forget about him.
I hate that Kevin won't be able to feel it for a while still, even though I try to make him.
I love that my baby is growing so healthy and strong, bigger and bigger every week.
I hate that it means I have to get bigger and bigger every week, mainly because my old clothes don't fit which in my mind means FAT not pregnant.
I love thinking of when the baby comes how excited I will be to finally be able to hold him, love him, nurture him, and he will be ours. Not as if we are babysitting.
I hate thinking of after he comes and the struggle it will be to get back into regular clothing. . sigh.
I LOVE that we are having a boy, that will be a son, brother, uncle, husband, daddy, and best of all a sports fan.
I hate going to the baby section and seeing that having a girl would have been more fun with the clothes, although still glad cause boys don't care how "cute" they look.
Most of all I don't hate pregnancy, I really don't. I am so excited to add onto our family, to see the example he will set for us, to teach him, and to love him.
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