As most of you know, I am one of those women that love being pregnant. If it wasn’t for the constant worrying AFTER our little ones enter the world, I’d have like 5 kids. There’s just something about proudly showing off that belly and the miracle of something growing inside of you.
And really, it’s a good thing I love being preggers so much… otherwise I might be tempted to create a third-trimester complaint list that looks something like this:
1. heartburn that somehow results from everything and anything I put in my mouth
2. peeing every three seconds
3. an internal body temperature of 150 degrees
4. the inability to sleep through the night thanks to numbers 1-3 and the fact that someone is winning a gold medal for tumbling in my stomach
5. backaches
6. zero energy
7. sore feet
8. cramping toes and calves
9. the inability to keep up with a very fast and wiggly toddler
10. forgetfulness that is really starting to boarder on insanity
11. hormones that turn me into someone I really don’t like after 5pm (okay more like 3pm…)
Yep, I am very grateful that none of these applies to me and my jolly belly!