Dear First Pregnancy: I Actually Really Miss You

I miss the way that even though you made me sick-- oh so very sick-- I could hug that porcelain throne without an audience of tiny people mimicking the ungodly sounds coming from their mommy.

I miss the way that on days when I had too little energy or too much discomfort, I could lay on the couch binge watching TV shows that didn’t have singing cartoon animals in them (I’m looking at you, Mickey Mouse).

I miss the way that I didn’t have to lean over this bulging belly of mine to pick up sippy cups or toys or little people that seem to get heavier and squirmier by the day.

I miss the sweet nothings (AKA, lies) you whispered in my ear about how it was okay to eat whatever I wanted because surely I would lose the weight right away once you were gone.

I miss the way you allowed me to kick up my swollen feet rather than requiring me to use them to chase ornery toddlers around the kitchen island during their naptime resistance efforts.

Oh, first pregnancy, I know that I had to move on. The Netflix and chill arrangement that we had going on couldn’t last forever. I see that now.

Hindsight has a way of making us long for what is no longer ours. You were flawed, for sure, but you were also relaxing and full of naps. I guess it’s true what they say: you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.

Beloved first pregnancy, I’ll always hold a candle for you.

Remembering you fondly,

A Tired-as-a-Motha Expectant Toddler-Mom

This post was originally written by Casey Huff of Etched In Home and was reprinted with permission.