I’ve felt all my babies, heard them moving, seen their pictures. Every time I move I can feel my uterus, even if the babies aren’t kicking. My bladder appears to have shrunk to the size of a grape, and I can’t shake this headache. I’ve wanted my own baby since I was about 12, deeply and sincerely and not like “I want a doll.”
But I still can’t believe I’m pregnant!!!
Brian thinks I’m nuts. I told him I’ll probably be watching the kids graduate from college and tell him, “You know, I still can’t believe I’m a mother!”