My poor hubby

I feel for my husband, I really do. Munchkin works very, very hard and I'm not always nice. Especially not now, with raging hormones, lack of sleep and an overactive bladder. Oh yes, I know the lack of sleep will only increase.

I am terrible at being pregnant. Seriously. I complain, I ache, I cry.. Did I mention the lack of sleep? Peanut is becoming heavier, I can't lay on my back anymore and lying on my side isn't as comfy as it used to be. Tonight I'm trying some extra pillows between my legs, behind my back and wherever else it feels comfy.

I don't like the heartburn or the Tums I take for it. The backaches aren't fun either, but they give me a good reason to go to the chiropractor.

But then I feel her move, I feel her kick when Munchkin talks to her and when I look at the ultrasound picture, my heart melts...

It's so worth it...

(And now I'm off to eat Cherry Pie with Cool Whip and read my new Good Housekeeping. Life is good.)