…but I can’t wait to wear non-maternity jeans. (Even if they’re described on the tag as, “sexy boot”cut style. As if…)
…to not have a baby digging into my ribs 24 hours out of the day.
…to see my feet again.
…to be able to bend down and pick something up without moaning.
…for wine. For wine and beer. Beer in a frosty mug. Dark beer in a frosty mug.
I think that this is the last time I’ll be feeling a living human being move within my core and with that comes some other emotions. (That I’ll deal with later.)
This is more than likely the last time that I’m going to be experiencing the awesomeness that is pregnancy. (I mean, as a nature-hater, even I can see the miraculousness in this process.)
I guess I won’t rush this experience.
But not rushing it doesn’t mean that I have to enjoy every puffy-footed, back-aching, non-sleeping second of it. Right?