I hated every part of pregnancy. Well, except feeling my babies move (before it became uncomfortable) and the moments I gave into ridiculous cravings (like eating meat as a vegetarian). Other than that, I wouldn't voluntarily go through pregnancy again, because it was the worst. However, there are times when my two kids reminded me why experiencing pregnancy twice was worth it. One reason? Well, I have two amazing kids who make every day better than I ever could've imagined.
While both pregnancies provided their own individual set of challenges, my son and daughter arrived mostly healthy. Having been labeled "high risk" during my third trimester of my first pregnancy, and labeled high-risk again as soon as I found out I was pregnant with my son (after two miscarriages), sometimes I look at them and think about everything we've gone through to get to where we are. My two (full-term) pregnancies have become my two greatest reasons for being the best person I can be.
Of course, as siblings they argue and have days where it's all I can do not to hide in the bathroom. However, and for the most part, my kids are pretty damn great. I revel in the days when they play together quietly, without incident, or when I linger through our somewhat long bedtime routines they're both young enough to require. They're growing up so quickly, I try to hold onto what I can and whenever I can. Though it's not all sunshine and roses, here are some of the times my kids reminded me how very worth those pregnancies were. Honestly, I just can't articulate how grateful I am to have those two beautiful faces staring back at me now. (But seriously kids, stop staring at me, please.)