The past few days I have missed being pregnant.
Not the part that made me feel like absolute crap but the amazing feeling of a little miracle we created growing inside of me.
It still amazes me what my body was capable of & still is. I didn’t ‘enjoy’ pregnancy which sounds sinful, but it was far from glamorous for me, a lot of the time I was miserable because I felt so sick & tired.
But I would do it, a thousand times over for a thousand baby Harry’s.
This is my drawing (lol). I’m far from an artist, but I like to draw. It’s therapeutic. 👼🏼