At the end of my pregnancy with Oliver, I never had a chance to reflect on it, because an early deliver took me by surprise and suddenly it was all over. I had gotten to the point where I really thought I was going to be pregnant forever, and then I wasn't. So just in case I go into labor sooner than expected, (although just by writing this I've jinxed myself into going 42 weeks) I wanted to put something on record.
I can pretty much sum up my feelings with, I still don't like being pregnant and the answer is always, beautiful as always. But for all the complaining I've done, I am thankful I've had the experience(s) of being pregnant, because it's truly an experience I believe you can't fully appreciate until you've lived it yourself. It's all at once a responsibility, a thrill, a pain, a magnet for attention, and a source of bonding with any other woman who's ever given birth to a baby.
Being pregnant has also intensified my belief in choice - for people to use advances in reproductive medicine to conceive, and more so, for women to chose whether they want to become pregnant or stay pregnant.
Kiera, Matteo, Oliver and Soren
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