Okay, first of all, HOLD ONTO YOUR UNDERWEAR, everyone.
I'm NOT pregnant.
And I'm NOT trying to get pregnant, either.
Well, I might be participating in some extra curricular activities that could GET me pregnant, but my husband and I never play said extracurricular activities unless there's a goalie present, if you know what I mean.
But here's the thing…
Up until about 2 weeks ago, I was, like, 90% sure I was one and done.
I just couldn't face the idea of enduring morning sickness, maternity clothes, breastfeeding, sleepless nights, postpartum depression, and teething again.
But then my daughter turned 2 and became all fun and interactive, and my feelings started to change.
I lifted myself out of my postpartum funk.
We started to leave the house again.
I enrolled us into a bunch of mom-and-me classes.
We went on our first family vacation.
And things started to get easier.
Not easy, mind you.
So I started weighing the pros and cons.
And you know what?
I have a love-hate relationship with the idea of being pregnant again.
I loved having a free pass to eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted, without an ounce of guilt.
I hated that I couldn't eat brie.
I loved waking up without a wine headache for well over a year.
I hated living in a constant state of fear that all of the wineries would dry up without my financial support.
I loved having 10 whole months where I could legitimately tell my husband I was more tired than he was.
I hated knowing that blissful feeling would soon come to an end.
I loved not having to suck in my stomach for 9 months.
I hated how long it took me to suck it back in after I gave birth.
I loved not having to wear buttons with pants for 9+ months.
I hated looking like a pile of rags all the time.
I loved having the chance to experience what it's like to have boobs.
I hated how much smaller the girls became after 11+ months of breastfeeding.
I loved having an excuse to go shopping for a new wardrobe.
I hated everything about maternity clothes – the bows, the polka dots, the loud patterns. Everything.
I loved having an excuse not to do stuff around the house.
I hated how freaking long it took my husband to get around to doing everything on my ever-growing list.
I loved feeling my daughter moving around inside my belly.
I hated that she got the hiccups every single night when I crawled into bed. Every. Single. Night.
I loved that I never peed my pants when I was pregnant.
I hate that I did the other day. :(
I don't feel any closer to making a decision.
What did YOU love and hate about being pregnant?