This has to be the height of pregnancy. I feel great, I look great, I can still (sorta) bend over, all food looks & smells delicious, the baby’s movements generally don’t hurt, I can still get away with wearing a lot of pre-pregnancy shirts, and I have plenty of energy going on. I have absolutely zero sex drive, but I can live with that since my husband seems to feel the same. My dogs can still sit on my lap one at a time, though when they both try to squeeze up there it’s not very comfortable, and I can still use my oven without feeling like I’m risking my belly catching on fire.
The worst part is that I know all this comfort has to end, sooner rather than later. It’s all downhill from somewhere close to now.
Fortunately, I love rollercoasters 😉
Now listening to: Sarah Bareilles, “Fairytale“