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27.7.13

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some woman feel so wonderful while pregnant...
i am not one of those
at least not until i'm about half way through.
the first 4 plus months i am so sick and barely able to function.
thankfully i have the most amazing partner.
he rubs my feet and back
brings me any craving i might have,
surprises me with flowers and gifts
is constantly making me hot teas 
and has made me feel so loved and cared for.
in addition to that he makes me feel so beautiful.
 
 most days i feel like a blimp, but throughout the day he
tells me how beautiful i am and i actually feel sexy through his eyes.
i am learning to embrace these new curves and absorb this utter feminine time.
he jokes that he would like to keep me pregnant at all times because he loves my body so much.
i cannot tell you how much this means to me.
kind words and gestures go far.
last night he took me out on a fancy date.
pollywog was invited to a sleepover so we had the whole night.
 it was so fun to get dressed up and feel like a sexy mama.
Z insisted on a photo shoot :)
at five months now i finally have energy and enjoy eating.
we had such a wonderful time.
we ate delicious food and made out like teenagers.
after dinner he lit candles and danced with me to romantic latin music.
then we lay in bed sipping mint tea and watching House.

he makes me feel so special and so utterly loved.
i know this is transferring such love and peace to the little one growing...
which he finally got to feel kick last night.
we even picked out her name.
but that is a secret till her birth.
it was a special night and i am still blissed out.
thank you Z

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