Dear Pregancy

Dear Pregnancy,
Well, it has been nine long months now and I can't decide if I love you or hate you. In the beginning you made me so sick I definitely hated you. Toward the middle I began to like you a little more. I was able to move around and I didn't feel so sick. Then just when I was warming up to you, you hit me with all you had. I have to say that I am sick of not sleeping though the night. I hate that I am constantly sweating because I can not get cool enough to stop. I hate that I can not see (or touch) my toes. My back hurts, I pee every five seconds, the nausea is back, my ankles take the definition of cankels to a whole new level, and I am as big as a whale! Most days I can't wait for you to leave ...but then for seconds, split moments I think that I might miss you. Not all the bad stuff but the few good things. There is something truly amazing about feeling a baby grow inside of you. You bond in a way that I can't put in to words. When the baby kicks me in the morning I usually say, "Good Morning". The kicking can become very annoying at times but if I go an hour or so with no kicks I will start poking my belly to feel him kick just to know that everything is okay. I do like laying in bed at the end of the day and lovingly stroking my belly and thinking about the little boy that is inside. Will he look like his brother? Will he sleep good? (Please yes!) Will he be strong and smart and love his Heavenly Father? So many questions, so much love. So in the end, I guess for the most part I will be happy to feel like my self again soon. But then again, I will miss always having a little friend with me, saying hello every once in a while and the excitement of wondering what is to come.
Till we meet again, (hopefully not too soon),
Candace