Preggoalways

Honestly… we don’t know yet 😅 and we’ve intentionally kept it that way this time around.

With the last pregnancy, we still attended all of the medical appointments and followed appropriate care, but we made the decision that I personally would not know certain things ahead of time and I really enjoyed that experience. There was something exciting and peaceful about allowing parts of the pregnancy to unfold naturally instead of feeling the need to know every detail immediately. So this time around, we decided to keep a bit of that same energy.

We still have a midwife and we still work with a high risk doctor because that level of care is important for us, especially with our history, but we’re doing things more on our schedule instead of automatically following every programmed appointment, scan, and test unless symptoms or concerns actually warrant it.

It really is, in a family this large there are a lot of mothers being celebrated, grandmothers, mothers, soon-to-be mothers, and all the little ones wanting to participate too.

The day starts early, usually with kids piling into rooms, handmade cards, flowers picked from the yard, breakfast attempts that range from adorable to chaotic, and just a whole lot of noise and love.

And emotionally… it’s actually a very meaningful day for us. When you have a big family, motherhood touches almost every part of life and the generations become really visible on days like that. Watching your grown children celebrate their wives, watching grandchildren love on their moms and grandmothers, seeing everyone together… it’s very special.

I really hope you two are having a WONDERFUL day, the kids are showering with love and affection, your pregnancies are going well, and that your loving Papa Bear hubbies are spoiling you with adoration, gifts and lots of hugs and belly rubs~🤗🤗💙💙.

And of course, you're glowing as always Mrs.P😊😊

With warm love, lots of hugs, prayers and good luck vibes coming your way,

-Sable💙💚❤💛💜🧡🖤💖

Sable, you are always such a sweetheart 🥹💙 Thank you so much for this.

We really did have a lovely Mother’s Day, full of chaos, hugs, food, cuddles, and all the little moments that make big families feel so special. The kids absolutely spoiled us with love and attention all day long.

And yes… the Papa Bears definitely made sure we were loved on and taken care of 😌 lots of affection, lots of help, and definitely plenty of belly rubs haha.

Yes and mentally that is a very strange experience when you’re in the middle of labor.

After delivering the first baby there’s usually this huge sense of relief. Your body relaxes a little, the pressure eases, everyone takes a breath, and for a moment you feel like you’ve finally made it through the hardest part.

But with multiples, labor isn’t always over after that. Sometimes the next baby comes quickly, other times there’s more of a pause while everyone waits for the next baby to shift down properly and labor builds again.

And I’ve absolutely had deliveries where each baby felt progressively bigger or sturdier coming through than the one before. Sometimes they actually were heavier, other times it was more about positioning, head size, shoulder width, or simply the fact that my body was already exhausted and intensely stretched from the previous delivery.

That’s honestly the part people don’t fully understand about birthing multiples. Your body doesn’t fully reset in between babies. You’re already swollen, stretched, burning, tired… and then eventually you have to gather yourself and do it again.

Most of my babies have had big heads, especially the ones with G. My older children were a bit smaller overall, but in recent years our babies have tended to be heavy, long, hearty and big headed. But honestly… to be expected when your husband is super tall and built like a giant haha.

And yes, you absolutely start to feel the difference as the baby’s head moves deeper into the birth canal and things begin stretching more and more. Once you get closer to crowning, there are definitely moments where you think, “holy crap… am I actually going to stretch enough for this baby?”

That’s usually when the burning starts, that intense pressure and pulling sensation as your body stretches further and further while the baby emerges. Some babies just feel substantially sturdier coming through than others, and after enough deliveries you can almost tell which ones are going to be a challenge before they’re even fully out.

And with multiples, it can get even crazier because sometimes you finally deliver one baby and feel this huge moment of relief… your body relaxes for a second, the pressure eases, and you think “okay, I did it.” Then suddenly you feel the next baby start shifting down into the birth canal and you realize you’re about to do the whole thing again.

Sometimes the second or third baby can even feel bigger because your body is already exhausted and intensely stretched from delivering the previous baby. There have definitely been moments during twin and triplet births where I’ve thought, “there is ANOTHER one coming after this?!” while already feeling completely pulled apart and overwhelmed by the pressure.

Happy Mother’s Day to the woman who has filled our life with more love, warmth, laughter, and life than I could have ever imagined.

Watching you become a mother again and again has been one of the greatest privileges of my life. Every pregnancy, every sleepless night, every tiny hand reaching for you somehow only makes you softer, stronger, and more beautiful.

You give so much of yourself to this family, your heart, your body, your energy, your patience, and somehow you still manage to make all of us feel deeply loved and cared for every single day.

And selfishly… I still catch myself stopping just to admire you. The way you carry our children, the way you glow, the way you settle into motherhood so naturally and completely. It leaves me in awe of you.

Our children are lucky to call you Mom. I’m lucky to call you mine.

Breastmilk totally qualifies..

And I mean, a fresh protein slurry.. probably does too, lol. Especially as much as we tend to take in

From all of us

16. How exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Mrs. P:

Full… in every sense of the word 😌 physically, emotionally, just very aware of my body right now. A little tired, a little stretched, but also really content and grounded.

Mrs. E:

Doing okay overall. I still have the energy for my regular routine, which I’m grateful for, but by the end of the day I’m very ready to be home and put my feet up.

21. What are your plans for this weekend?

More of the same for us.

Most of our kids have their weekend activities, so we’ll be moving between soccer, dance, and martial arts, and then church on Sunday. It’s busy, but it’s our normal, and we enjoy it.

The afternoon sun was warm on the blacktop of the parking lot, the distant sounds of the kids' soccer games a familiar, wholesome soundtrack. From my vantage point, I could see every one of our children on the field, a testament to my virility and the order I've built. But my focus wasn't on them. It was on the petite woman beside me, fidgeting with the hem of her pink halter dress.

She looked exquisite. The fabric stretched taut over her swollen belly, a perfect, round monument to our growing legacy. Her breasts, heavy with milk and ripe from pregnancy, strained against the halter neckline, the soft flesh spilling out at the sides, just as I liked it. She was a vision of fertility, and my cock hardened instantly at the sight.

"Stop fussing," I commanded, my voice a low growl. She stilled immediately, her eyes focusing on me. "You look perfect. A perfect vessel for my children."

I took her hand, my large, calloused fingers engulfing her smaller ones, and led her not toward the SUV, but towards the last row of parked cars. We were shielded, but not hidden. Anyone turning their head from the field would see us. The thrill of it, the sheer dominance of the act, made my blood pound.

I backed her against the metal of a sedan, my towering frame eclipsing the sun. She was so small, so fragile beneath me, her pregnant belly pressing against my hard abdomen. I didn't waste time with words. My hands went to the tie behind her neck, and with a single pull, the halter top of her dress came undone.

Her enormous tits spilled out, heavy and pale in the sunlight, the dark nipples already pebbled and hard. I bent my head, taking one into my mouth, sucking hard. She gasped, her hands flying to my shoulders, her body arching instinctively. I could taste the faint sweetness of her milk, a promise of what was to come. I lavished them with attention, my tongue and teeth teasing her sensitive flesh until she was whimpering, her legs trembling.

I needed to be inside her. Now.

I hiked the skirt of her dress up around her hips, exposing the simple lace panties I allowed her to wear today for one simple purpose. With a sharp tug, I ripped the fabric at the seam, the sound barely audible over the shouts from the field. She was already wet, her body knowing its place, always ready for me.

I freed my cock, its thick length pulsing in my hand. I guided it to her entrance, teasing her slick folds for a moment before I thrust into her in one powerful stroke. She cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure, as I stretched her, filled her completely. I was so deep inside her, I could feel the pressure against her womb, against the new life growing there.

I began to move, a hard, punishing rhythm that had nothing to do with gentleness and everything to do with ownership. Each thrust slammed her ass against the car, the metal groaning in protest. I held her by the hips, my grip possessive, my eyes locked on the soccer field in the distance. My children were playing, oblivious, while their father claimed their mother.

"Look at them," I grunted in her ear, my voice thick with lust. "Look at our family. And you... you're here, taking my cock, your body on display for me. This is your place. This is what you're for."

Her only response was a series of broken moans, her inner walls clenching around me. I could feel her orgasm building, a tightening that started in her core and spread through her limbs. I reached between us, my thumb finding her pierced clit, rubbing it in tight, merciless circles.

That's all it took. She shattered, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. Her cries of release were lost in the ambient noise of the park. The sight of her coming undone, her pregnant belly pressed against me, her tits bouncing with each of my final, brutal thrusts, sent me over the edge.

With a guttural roar, I buried myself to the hilt and exploded, flooding her with my seed. I pumped into her again and again, marking her, claiming her, ensuring my dominance felt absolute. We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies locked together, the world continuing on around us.

Slowly, I pulled out, watching as my cum trickled down her thigh. I tucked myself back into my pants, then took a step back to admire my work. She was a mess: dress askew, tits exposed, legs trembling, a flush on her cheeks that had nothing to do with the sun. She was beautiful.

I straightened her dress, covering her breasts, but left the ripped panties where they lay. A reminder.

"Take your time to compose yourself," I said, my tone full of satisfaction. "But be ready for more."

She nodded, her eyes still glazed with pleasure, and hurried back towards our chairs on the field. I watched her go, a satisfied smirk on my face. I had my family on the field, my wife freshly fucked in the parking lot, and my legacy secure. Life was good.

Sometimes food or drink isn't the last thing we injest, 😉

-Sable

From all of us 🤍

Mrs. P:

I do believe in soulmates, and I believe I’ve found mine. For me, it’s that deep, undeniable alignment where it just fits on every level. But I also believe our hearts aren’t limited to loving just one person. I’ve learned that you can have that soulmate connection and still love others deeply and meaningfully. Love isn’t scarce, it expands, and that’s been true in my life with each of my partners.

Mrs. E:

I believe in deep connections more than labels. There are people you meet who just fit in your life in a way that feels steady and right. Whether you call that a soulmate or not doesn’t matter as much to me as the connection itself.

Mr. G:

I do believe there can be someone who is uniquely your perfect match. Someone who meets you on every level, intellectually, physically, spiritually, and emotionally. I believe I’ve found that. At the same time, I also believe your heart is big enough to love more than one person romantically. You can still have strong, real connections with others, but with your soulmate, there’s an added layer… a deeper alignment that feels constant and undeniable.

Mr. P: