I loved playing "name that body part" when the boys were squirming around, and the sheer wonder of watching my whole belly shift to one side, looking more like a giant egg than a beach ball.
I loved the miracle that was going on inside me. The twins were my first (and last), so I was doubly amazed at the incredible things my body was doing!
I loved the groggy, milk-splattered faces, when they would gaze adoringly at me as they nursed together. I especially loved when they held hands while nursing!
My sons are 16 years old, and I have forgotten everything I hated about being pregnant, or having two infants.
I do remember missing my feet. And not being able to fit behind the wheel of the car, or sit straight on to a table (but that was OK, because I could rest a dinner plate on my big belly!) But it was SO worth it!
If the chips are down, the buffalo is empty.