It's nearly 5am here, DD is asleep in her crib a few feet away, and I can't help but remember how much I loved my pregnancy and how badly I miss it. I miss the kicks, the maternity clothes, not having any body image issues (I adored my huge belly), the ultrasounds, the doctors appointments, the labor, the vaginal birth, and even into my postpartum days I was so happy. Despite my daughters short NICU stay, I loved every part of the pregnancy, labor, birth, and postpartum.
It drives me absolutely nuts. I adore my DD, I truly do. I just loved that moment in my life so much, and I try to do things and go places that remind me of it, such as going to the baby cafe (where they assist nursing moms for free, and I go even though I couldn't nurse) or even driving by the hospital I gave birth at. Sounds like an obsession, but I do get a sense of happiness when I see the hospital.
Have any of you felt this? DD is nine months, and the feeling keeps getting stronger and stronger. It's even to the point that I'm unsure if I want to leave the city just because I have such a strong emotional attachment to it after having my daughter here. Which is bad because 90% of the men here that aren't complete creepers are in the army (huge military base about five minutes from my house) and they move around, and finding work in my particular field of work is nearly impossible here.
Sorry for the mini rant. I needed to get this off of my chest badly. What can I do to make this feeling die down enough to let me feel comfortable enough to move?