That in my first trimester, I would feel sleepier than I ever had before, even after a full night's sleep and a nap?
How gross it would feel to be nauseous all day, everyday for the first 20 weeks?
That, unlike with the stomach flu, I could throw up part way through a meal and then go right back and finish what I was eating?
That at first, it would freak me out to feel the hard little bump where my baby was growing?
That I would gasp (very loudly) the first time I felt the baby move?
That I would be SHOCKED to find out he was a boy?
How completely and utterly invested in my pregnancy and baby my students would be, or that their excitement would feel so magical?
How much I would love rubbing my belly and how sad I would feel when it was gone?
How much induced labour would hurt,
Or that, within a couple of hours, I could no longer remember quite what the pain had felt like and within a few weeks I would start to think "it can't really have been that bad..."
That something that started out the size of a poppy seed could grow big enough to be the centre of my universe and increase the size of my heart by about a thousand percent?
