Who knew that our first time together would be one of the best things that happened to me. It was truly a "one and done" type-ordeal.
Going into the early hours of the morning, there was an already sizeable bump, that would fade pretty quickly. That day, I could feel your seed sloshing around my womb, knowing that not a single drop would go to waste. By the middle of the week, the initial bloating subsided, but I knew that I'd be getting much, much bigger in the upcoming months. I thought that I knew what my future would hold.
The signs and symptoms came as expected, I didn't even bother taking a test. We loved to watch how my body was changing, especially finding new ways how to get me worked up and adjusting for new ways to have fun in the bedroom. I didn't want to let go of this feeling; looking back, I should have been more careful for what I wished for.
The following months go by and I before I know it, it's time for me to give birth. Despite how much I swelled, I only gave birth to one healthy, large baby. We were over the moon. As much as both of us wanted to be all over each other once again, we waited, although we found new ways to have fun.
Our first 'real time' back, we used protection, just to be careful (even though we both agreed that we wanted at least one or two more). We continue to be careful, although it turned out that it wasn't necessary.
Around two months later, a similar feeling comes sweeping across my body. If anything, it was even more pronounced than last time. Even though I knew that we were being careful, sometimes things can go wrong. This time I decided to take a test. The first test was positive, and the next one, and the following two. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't expecting this in the slightest, but I was so happy.
I broke the news, and we celebrated in the same way that got me into this condition. A few weeks later, the ultrasound reveals that I'm nine to ten weeks along with twins. The remaining months go by smoothly, I outgrew whatever maternity clothes I had previously. I felt a little self conscious, but you reassured me that there was simply more of me to love. You pampered me and treated me like royalty. I loved my new curves, softness, and sensitivity.
The end of this pregnancy went rather smoothly. We found out that there was another baby hiding in me. In the span of under two years, we had four children. Although you had a well-paying job, we agreed that it would be against our best interest to try again. We held off any bedroom activity as there was always a time that we needed to take care of one of our children.
There were a lot of sleepless nights, and even if we wanted to, we simply didn't. One night, after putting the kids to bed early one night, your hand starts to travel to my lower tummy. Below all that pudge, we could both feel a growing 'pit' that would not go away. I couldn't even see my feet anymore! Even though we held off from any risky activity for the past three and a half months, that familiar feeling was coming back to me. I was so confused.
I loved being pregnant, but my body was tired, and we couldn't afford another at the time. It was too late terminate, and I didn't want to. I loved being pregnant, despite the wear and tear it but on my body. I wanted answers. I booked the earliest appointment with my doctor in hopes that I'd be on the right path to find answers.
My doctor first gave me an ultrasound, confirming whatever fears I had. I was about three months along with just one. But that didn't make sense. When I told my doctor this he was confused. I asked him about potential options for this baby, and I decided that I needed to sleep on it.
Upon getting home, I broke the news. But you were equally as confused. Although I didn't know what was causing my continuous pregnancies, I still had a few months to decide. Our kids began saying their first words and steps and I wanted to enjoy the months I had before adding a new one to the equation.
A week later, you proposed to me. I was the happiest I'd ever been. With help of my friends, I was able to squeeze myself into my wedding dress. We had a great time celebrating with friends and family and had an incredible night to ourselves. That night, we repeated the actions that got me in the state that I am in now.
Before I knew it, we're back at the hospital and everything goes smoothly. I suggested that we look into my womb and ovaries before I leave, because I was confused about my body and I needed answers. Within a day I was already on the table.
They took out dozens of eggs to investigate. They were all fertilized. There was some residual sperm in my womb from that first night together. Everyone was confused, yet genuinely impressed. I had a few options that I could proceed with. I knew that there was a high chance that we'd want to have another kid in the future, and most other procedures would negatively affect my fertility. I was still at a bit of a cross-roads.
You ensured me that you'd support any path I chose. I thought about it long and hard, a month went by and I came to you with a viable option.
A few of my friends were struggling to conceive and gave up on trying. Through agreements through an agency, I decided to become a surrogate. I loved being pregnant, and I could get paid for it too! Although I was technically pregnant due to my weird body, we flushed my uterus and within a few days, I was helping grow another family.
This pregnancy went a bit differently, we couldn't engage in the same activities that we were used to. We made it work, and we ensured that both of our needs were fulfilled. One night, a little over six months through, we decided to have a little bit more fun; but still keeping it safe. It didn't take much to get me worked up, sometimes it could be as little as a look across the dinner table or a brush across my swollen midsection. That night, I was riding you in a sweet, rhythmic bliss, your hands massaging my chest, so much that milk was streaming down my curvaceous body, which just made both of us even more worked up. I held a vibrator down to my clit to really enhance our experience. We finished at the same time, at least three times. Although I was nowhere near my pre-pregnancy body, there was a noticeable swell, which unfortunately went away quickly.
The remainder of the pregnancy went well, I was looking better than ever (according to you). Due to the consecutive pregnancies, I continued to lactate and pump. I was still breast-feeding our children as well. I was spilling out of the largest maternity bras we could find. My friends were happy with the start of their new family, and there was already a list that felt a mile long of others that wanted to expand their families. I was more than happy to help. Being a surrogate was the best of both worlds. I got to stay pregnant and got paid for it.
I went with a few more pregnancies before we both decided that we wanted to grow our family once more. We both made sure that our kids were okay with it. They loved talking about my growing tummy and feeling when the baby kicked. They all wanted to another sibling. Based off of previous patterns, we let nature take its course, and within two months I was happy to announce that our family was growing again for the last time.
Little did I know that I was carrying twins and I thought that this baby was going to be huge. The ultrasound was a little blurry as it was fighting through layers of fat. This pregnancy, I didn't grow as much compared to the previous ones, and I was able to lose a tiny bit of weight. I gave up hope restoring myself to my pre-pregnancy body shortly after the triplets. We both enjoyed my time pregnant.
I gave birth to two healthy twins. We now had 8 children, we needed to have a conversation about moving and getting a new vehicle. We found a large home in a new development in nearby neighbourhood. Your commute would be the same and the kids could go to the same school and not worry about making new friends. Our room was far enough away from our kids that we could have some *special* time together.
We decided that I'd go through another three surrogacies and then finally stop. As much as I loved pregnancy, my body hurt, and I wanted to spend more time with our kids. After the last surrogacy, I got my tubes tied. I decided to keep pumping to continue to help other mothers who needed it.
Once I recovered, we were able to have a risk-free intimate life. It was a hard adjustment for both of us, but it was nice to know that I wouldn't be having another child pop out of me in months. Sometimes we'd joke that you knocked me up after you'd fill me a little bit too much or I took an extra snack.
