I loved being pregnant, it was brilliant.
I loved the night feeds, just myself and my son in the middle of the night cuddling, feeding and him just looking at me with beautiful eyes.
His tiny little hand gripping my little finger for comfort
His smell is just something I can't describe, ooh it's beautiful.
Then you get to see them really developing into their own little person, my son has just turned 2 and it is just the most amazing thing, he is hilarious, cheeky, but loving, polite and caring.
He knows too much and remembers everything which can bite me on the bum at times, but just pure joy (tiring, messy joy, but joy non the less)
I always thought the point I was at at the time was the best bit, then it would shift to "no,nows the best stage", truth is, there isn't a best bit, it's all brilliant (IME)
Wow, it really is amazing .... I could have another one when it's listed like this.
Congratulations, it truly is wonderful, tiring, messy, smelly, stressful and the hardest but most rewarding thing ever !!!