So many bellies, so many babies, so many kids.
This would be a very hard place to live if you struggle with infertility, have experienced baby loss, or if you just came out of a premature birth.
I remember mourning the loss of my typical pregnancy. When I saw big pregnant bellies out and about, I would hurt inside. Thankfully, I was semi-cocooned in RSV isolation, so I was probably spared a lot of this emotional turmoil.
Logically, I remember being happy for pregnant people... but honestly? It was hard. Many times I felt that those precious third trimester moments were stolen from me. I barely had a belly when Jack was born. In fact, I only have one belly picture of myself. I hadn't gained any weight at the time of his birth and I had just barely purchased my first maternity pants. Something as simple as a baby belly could set my emotions in a downward spiral.
So yeah, this would be a hard place to live. Thankfully, when I see a belly these days, my first reaction isn't sadness. I actually think things like "cute" and "yay!". It took time to get to this place. My heart is with those still in the trenches. I get it.