i'm already needy as is...but i know getting pregnant would make me even worse! ♡

having our christmas meal at home, but we make it more us... you're making my favorite foods—something you know i can eat a lot of. we prebought snacks & drinks to have on hand. making sure i didn't eat much the night before so i'm able to stuff myself silly all day. my real christmas present to you is letting you stuff my belly until i pop! ♡

the intimacy of an early stage belly...knowing that only you & your partner will know about the pregnancy. the moment you start instinctively rubbing your growing stomach. that barely there bump, you can surely pass it off as bloating. keeping that secrecy in the two of you knowing something that others don't. ♡

once the insecurities hit, all i crave is the feeling of someone's warm hands worshipping my tummy. catching me standing in front of the mirror, turning in every way to look at the extra fat around my tummy. pulling me into a hug from behind, whispering in my ear about how much you adore my tummy & how cute it is. gently turning me around so we face each other, you getting on your knees so you're face-to-face with my midsection. your warm hands rub my belly as i look down at you with the most loving smile. ♡

we're at the age where all of our friends are starting families & having kids. we haven't fully talked about it but you occasionally catch me sitting, looking at photos of my friends & their newborns with a somber longing expression flashing through me. getting all the presents for everyone then coming home to fold them neatly into their respective bags. you catch the soft smile on my face, almost like i'm in a trance. the baby fever hits us both suddenly hard, waiting for the chance that one of us acts one it. ♡

getting my period & all i want is to have a partner who can come rub my belly... telling me how they're so sorry it didn't work this time. whispering comforting words while we cuddle so my headache doesn't worsen. pressing a warm hand to my lower bad to ease the ache. carrying me to the bed where we can lay down to take a much needed nap. i just want to feel their hands warming up my lower belly. & hopefully next time we won't have to worry about my pesky period cramps. ♡

my first thanksgiving filled to the brim with your baby!!! i insisted on cooking this year. my frilly pink apron tied haphazardly around me so i don't get ingredients on my new maternity shirt. my belly getting in the way of my cooking. being unable to reach to the shelves, bumping into the counters—i'm lucky to have you with me to help out. ♡