And I am so pregnant

You know, I have an inate disdain for women who gush and glow about how they loved being pregnant. How they would have more babies because they just love being pregnant. One of the women I carpool with to Connor's school is one of those women. She truly loved being pregnant, wants to do it again, have more kids, would carry growing babies in her belly for other women who couldn't carry their own. I am not one of those women. I am the exact opposite of those women. I am convinced that this is our last baby because I dislike being pregnant that much.

Let me first clarify that if pregnancy was THAT bad, I wouldn't have gotten pregnant again. It is not so miserable that it deters women from having multiple kids. It is one of those things where you definitely can put into action the phrase, "the end justifies the means." The joy and blessings of having children far outweighs the 9 months of pure ickiness you feel carrying around a baby. This is also not to say that there aren't cool moments of being pregnant. The first time you hear your baby's heartbeat; the first time you see your baby on the monitor in the ultrasound; the first time you feel your baby kick that little flutter and certainly the first time you feel those really strong, sure kicks that reassure you everything is going exactly as it should be.

However.....at 9 months pregnant, I hate how big my belly is getting. I know I am supposed to get big, but I hate thinking about all the work it's going to take to get back into shape again. I hate that I get the "Pridemore butt" when I'm pregnant. I hate not sleeping a whole night through because I need to use the bathroom, need to eat something or I'll get sick or just plain uncomfortablness has made it impossible to turn over. But let me go one further and say that because I am so small, I deal with a whole slew of issues most pregnant women never have to face or don't deal with until the very end of their pregnancy. The extra weight on a 4'9" frame feels double and triple what the poundage actually is, it makes it difficult to breath, eat, move, turn, bend, everything is a challenge starting about 7 months or so.

I'm done complaining...and PS, I am also done being pregnant. Anytime Alaina would like to make an appearance, I am A'OK with that ;)