I'm not entirely sure if I'll enjoy any aspect of pregnancy, NOT including these little Flutter Butters, cause nobody…

I'm not entirely sure if I'll enjoy any aspect of pregnancy, NOT including these little Flutter Butters, cause nobody can say they aren't cute and JUST maybe my hunny's way of showing affection to my belly. I fight with manic depression, anxiety and PTSD and when people tell me "you should enjoy this, its only a short part of your life!" I look at them like they're absolutely nuts, and kind of just give them kudos for being a happy and positive over it. I was getting desert for my step son and cried because I dropped his spoon full of pudding on my kitchen floor. Like: "glad you had fun with yours, now I want my time to fly and I'll be haply when he or she is in my arms and my body can stop making me loopy."