Being mom is a feeling that cannot be described in words. It is one of the importance milestones in the metamorphosis of a girl into a woman. I went through the experience twice and had different emotions each time, now when I look back, I am just thankful to the nature and god for making me who I am.
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The first time that I convinced my son, I had just completed 19. I was inexperienced, immature and not at peace with my life. I was struggling with a baby inside me to fit into my new life. I hated everything and morning sickness made my life worse. I couldn't eat, drink and sleep, but still I survived. I was probably depressed. However, I sailed through and my son was born. Things changed drastically after he came into my arms. He is now a 10 year old that keeps me busier than the prime minister of any country would be.
The second time I was 27, happy, busy and experienced. The morning sickness didn't get better with age, but my age definitely helped me handle it better. I wanted to experience what a happy pregnancy would be and I did enjoy being pregnant this time. We enjoyed it as a family. Though my husband would get so much traumatized seeing me sick on most day that he would at times question me why I needed it, but I was happy. We experienced this pregnancy as a family and my son was happy to have a sibling.
I would say being matured helped me handle and enjoy my pregnancy. My second one is also a boy who can give any opera singer a tough competion. He is the only one who can make his elder brother sit on a chair for hours. I wonder what would my elder one do if he didn't have a sibling.
