I just finished watching an episode of Parenthood. They had a new baby on the show and watching the birth scene had me bawling...in a good way. It's just so crazy to think that I did that. That I carried Elliott for 37 weeks and then went through labor and birth. I remember it well, but there is this part that I think your brain purposely blocks. It keeps us having babies. I know that I was scared and anxious and that there was pain, but I don't remember those things as much as I remember that moment of them putting him on me and seeing him for the first time. The overwhelming joy and love erases any memory of struggle or pain. I all of a sudden missed my pregnant belly so much. I loved being pregnant. Loved knowing that there was a baby growing inside me and that I was doing everything in my power to keep it safe and comfortable, despite my uncomfortableness sometimes. In some ways, it seems so surreal. And then I look over at this perfect little boy. And I remember. That was me. Pregnant. With him. We did that...Elliott and I together.
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