Mission Impossible...?

I've decided that since my general opinion of being pregnant is that it's positively horrible, I would try and find at least 5 things about it that I love. Here is what I've been able to come up with so far (in no particular order of importance):

1. Strangers do random nice things for you in public (like wait for over a minute for me to get to the door so they can hold it open for me).
2. Michael (who has always been the epitome of helpful) has managed somehow to become even more wonderful. Now that I'm so huge he even helps me put my shoes on and take them off since it hurts to bend over.
3. Michael is willing to sleep in what he considers to be freezing temperatures so that I can be comfortable.
4. Michael talks to my belly. The other day he asked the baby if she would say hi to daddy, and not even a second later she kicked a few times so he could feel. It was pretty awesome.
5. Cravings. Before I was pregnant I thought they would get to be annoying....but I love them. For instance: a few weeks ago I really wanted meatloaf. Really really bad. SO I got to make it and eat it for dinner 2 times in one week. And Michael let me. Recently I have also found myself craving taco's and cocoa puffs. And who wouldn't love that?! P.S. I don't eat the taco's and cocoa puffs together. That would be nasty.
6. When I talk with my Mom it's fun to hear her talk about pregnancy and actually know what she's talking about. I feel like it's helped me get to know her so much better. It's also made me appreciate SO much more, all that my Mother has done for me over the years starting with when she was pregnant with me. She had my sister already who was 18 months old at the time and was just as sick as I have been. Getting up to chase after my sister made her throw up...moving in general made her throw up and yet she did it anyway. And now, 24 years later she's still just as self-sacrificing and wonderful. Man, I love my Mom.

I think I'll stop there for today...I've started crying...haha I am definitely still pregnant.

Mission to feel better about pregnancy: accomplished.

Ask and ye shall receive

For those who have been wanting to see, here is a picture of my belly....taken today. I am at 32 weeks now, so we'll see how much bigger it gets over the next 8-ish. In the past month it's grown 7 inches. I. Feel. Huge. My doctor asked how I was feeling on Monday during my appointment. I said, "I'm feeling pretty huge." He said, "Well, that's because you are!" I have a funny doctor.


Aside from getting used to knocking things over with my belly and running into walls I USED to be able to navigate safely, I'm feeling fabulous. I'd be lying, though, if I didn't say I was looking forward to no longer being pregnant. Not the pushing the baby out from between my legs part, but the less huge part. Oh, and actually having the baby here. That, too.