So there are a great many things I love about being pregnant, especially in the third trimester.
I love love how when you get late in the pregnancy, EVERYBODY answers your phone calls. Unfortunately, I am not at that stage yet, but come on people, you know, I am 32 weeks and that's reason enough to answer when I call you, mom. You never know. I have been feeling laborish....
I also love to complain about how the baby is trying to claw through my skin, but actually I really dig that feeling. I mean, its not a pleasant sensation, but its really cool in a weird way. This little girl is way more determined that Adler was to get out, so it is sort of new to me.
One thing I am noticing that I am definitely not liking is that when I look down at my legs, I totally feel disembodied from them. There is NO way those behemoth calves and feet belong to me. Seriously. Whose are they?