I like pregnant me. I'd like to think she's the real me.
She is, at times, much more laid back than regular me.
She doesn't mind stepping over huge piles of toys in the middle of the living room.
She doesn't mind (as much) screaming kids and barking dogs.
She seems to be relaxed. In the zone.
The hormonal zone.
Pregnant me has always enjoyed the ups of pregnancy.
The high of it all.
At Christmas, paper was flying all around me[and I didnt even care.]
Pregnant me enjoys food. Alot.
Pregnant me is more lazy than regular me...allowing laundry & dishes to sit...
...much longer than normal.
And pregnant me doesn't get out in the blistering cold for anything.
Pregnant me feels joyful.
And super in love.
Pregnant me has always felt beautiful--no matter how much my body changes.
((this may be due to lots of reassurance from a certain brown eyed boy))
Pregnant me loves maternity clothes.
I love pregnant me.
I wish that I could be her all the time--
--without actually being pregnant.