God I loved being pregnant...

Baby fever seems to be sweeping the nation. Or at least some of the blogs I read. It makes me all nostalgic for the days of my pregnancies.

I loved being pregnant. From the very first moment my husband told me I was pregnant( both times! with boys!) I felt this sense of earth-mother power. It was amazing. I am sure I tortured my poor co-workers with updates of how many weeks along I was,cravings,etc. I was so full of joy. I was actually glowing.

I was also a crazy-hormonal-raving-freakin'-maniac! Just ask my husband. It was his least favorite thing about either of my pregnancies! Well, that 2 a.m. donut run wasn't exactly a big hit for that matter! But, he cheerfully did it anyway. He rubbed my feet every night. Indulged my cravings for chinese food even though it gave me terrible gas. Dear God, the gas. Hoo boy. In short, he was the perfect husband.

When our first son arrived he was beyond ecstatic. He decided that since he stayed up late he would feed the baby while I slept. Then in the early a.m. it would be my turn. Pretty freakin' genius, right? It worked great.

One night I woke up hearing music coming from the living room. I stood in the hallway and watched my husband waltzing around the living room holding our son and singing Bob Marley's "Could You Be Loved", in that moment I had never loved him more. He is a wonderful father. Actually, wonderful is too weak of a word to use. It doesn't do his skills justice. I am not even sure what word I could use. I am a very lucky woman to have found him.

We are in negotiations for baby number three. We have agreed to wait until the summer to start trying. I am on Mirena right now, so it will have to be removed. That sucker works like nobody's bidness. I heart it. Seriously. Back to the baby talk. I am hoping for a girl. I am prepared for it to be a boy! It doesn't matter as long as it is healthy. We will have to wait and see.