Time for my morning bitch about being pregnant. First the disclaimer - I really, really already love the baby. And I'm always aware of how incredibly lucky I am to be able to get pregnant in the first place, and to be able to sustain the pregnancy. There are still parts that I LOVE. She's incredibly active in the morning (could have something to do with my morning cup of coffee) and I feel her moving all the time. I love the shape of my belly - it's big and round and I can't keep my hands off of it.
But, man, it freaking hurts. Really, really hurts. My hips and legs are constantly aching, my bladder is almost useless at this point, and I'm so sore and achy and miserable with it, especially at night and first thing in the morning. I get stuck in positions and it takes serious effort to move myself.
And I've still got about two months to go.
In other news - Jess is home today with yet another snow day. Sam is feeling much better - he was randomly puking yesterday morning. He's hands down the best family puker. It's like a sneeze to him. He'd just toddle over to the bowl I had set up in the living room, puke into it, and move on. No drama, no stress.