OMG, the only reason I can deal with the changes in my body is that they are here. They are mine.
DD1's learning disorders could not be detected by any antenatal test. Every night, when we say the blessing over our two girls, lying in their beds, knowing that wherever we are, they will wake and we, their mummy and daddy, will be there, I say a quiet prayer. I am thankful she was born to ME and DH. That we will always love her because she is our girl, she has the look of her father, of her father's mother's side.
I can't imagine a) being pregnant with a child who isn't DH's b) giving my own baby away, knowing she/he might not be 'perfect' and what then?