I love everything. All of it is wonderful.
My house is clean and dinner is cooking in the crockpot while I work. My husband is a dream come true. My dog hasn't pooped in the floor or torn up anything in weeks. The cat hasn't thrown up in the hallway in at least a week. My baby girl is growing and kicking and I get more excited every day about getting to meet her.
I am starting to develop a few pregnancy-related complaints, though. Like how my hips start to hurt/ache half-way through each day. A heating pad helps a little, and so does a hot bath, but neither are guaranteed to bring lasting results. I'm trying hard not to complain, though - the women in my birth club on BabyCenter.com were discussing their hemmorhoids yesterday, and so long as I'm not in that club, I'll shut the hell up and enjoy my sore hips, thankyouverymuch. (I've added a tablespoon of milk of magnesia to my evening ritual, just to help my odds of staying out of that club.) Other minor not-important-enough-to-bitch-about complaints include my right arm falling asleep if I sleep on my right side, and my feet/heels falling asleep regardless of on which side I lie. In other words, I have nothing to complain about and feel like the most fortunate girl in the world - this has been so much easier than I'd dreamed it'd be.
Two of the women in my birth club had micro-premies in the last week, one at 23 weeks 3 days, the other at 25 weeks 2 days. Heartbreaking and terrifying, but so far, both babies are holding their own and making it. My heart goes out to the parents and families of those little ones - I can't imagine their fear.
Have I mentioned how much I love my husband? He told me nothing would change if/when we finally married, and mostly that's been true, but I swear it feels like there's more love in our home these days. He laughed when i said this and quoted his expectant father book, "Apparently, i'm experiencing some hormonal changes of my own - they're supposed to make me more loving and attentive to you and baby, to help me prepare." Whatever the reason, I'll take it. If you're my Facebook friend, I'm sorry for the sap overload, I just can't help it. Imagine how disgusting it is in our house these days!