I miss Adam hollering into my belly at our babies.
I miss not feeling well from 4-6pm and being excited because I knew why.
I miss the round ligament pain that I got every time I went to get up from the couch because I was excited my pelvis was stretching.
I miss the excitement that an ultrasound was coming.
I miss having a secret that only my Husband and I knew and would soon share with the world.
I miss having hope.
I wish I could have wore maternity clothes.
I wish I could have breast fed.
I wish I could have felt my babies kick.
I wish I could have felt my babies have the hiccups.
I wish I could have had a henna tattoo on my pregnant belly.
I wish I could look into my Husband’s eyes in our baby.
I wish I had an ultrasound picture of our babies profiles.
I wish I could see what they look like.
I wish I could have sent my Mom the Betten onesie as a surprise.
I wish I could be like so many others that have been lucky enough to not have to experience this.
I wish I wasn’t sad.
I wish I could go a full day without crying.
I wish I could give my Husband a child.
I wish we would have tried when we were younger.
I wish money wasn’t an issue.
I wish my Mom lived closer.
I wish we were raising a family at the same time my brother is and that we were experiencing all of those wonderful things together.
I wish I wasn’t such a debbie-downer.
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