On being pregnant

Is this really my third post today? I don't know what the deal is with that. I may make yet another one before the night is out.

As miserable as I've felt the past few days, I've still found a few isolated moments of 'Oh my gosh, I love this pregnancy thing!' I'm nearly ashamed to write this, but as soon as I get home from work I change into a sports bra and rarely put a shirt on. Once I get the chance to lie down (on my left side, preferably) for a bit I feel close to new. So as I was walking around the house earlier and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I had to stop, as I almost always do, and inspect my new shape once again. It's strange -- as much as I hate the weight I've gained and dislike how it's transformed the rest of my body, I LOVE my belly. It's so perfect and round, and for some reason it makes me feel like a goddess of some kind. It's a similar feeling when I'm sitting here and a little foot starts poking at the arm resting loosely on my stomach. Or when I look down and see the normal round shape contort into an indescribable shape and then wobble around. And I think "Wow. I'm growing a human. There's a real live person in there and I'm his mommy."

I wish I could bottle up these moments of bliss for later, when I'm not feeling so hot.