The funny thing is, I did not enjoy being pregnant at all. AT ALL. I hated it. Maybe because I had a physical job and worked until I was 38 weeks, or because I was huge during the hottest months of the year? Or because my husband worked nights and I felt lonely? Could be any of those reasons. But I can tell you what I did like... I liked having cravings. I liked my hubby giving me much needed foot rubs (he still does it if I ask, but I don't really need them anymore). I liked people asking me how I was feeling and everything... and I liked being pregnant from months 5-7. Finding out whether it was a boy or girl was the best part! So exciting! :) *sigh.
whats wrong with me?