I really do love being pregnant, honest!

I really do love being pregnant.  I just hate the end.  I promised myself after Eben I would never have another summer baby.  Well, as we know that fell through.  I guess that there is always other plans and their is that thing called timing.
I love being pregnant.  I love having something not everyone else has, or can feel.  I love the idea of a large ball like shape growing outward.  I love the feeling of my babies moving.  I love it when they get the hiccups, and my stomach bounces with happiness.  I love the way my kids touch my belly and marvel that there is another little person in there.  I love that Aaron still finds me sexy and cant keep his hands off me, and constantly touches my stomach, or wants to be a part of all the changes, aches, pains, and what can I do for you kind of things.  I love that Heavenly Father entrusted us to bring this little person into this life and raise them.  I love that I am already in-love with someone I have never met face to face yet.  I love the way people treat you when you are pregnant and how you can get away with an "extra" craving or two just cause.  I love it.  I love it.  I love it.

With this pregnancy it was for the most part uneventful, which I said too soon.  In the beginning I did have a large blood clot so I was closely watched and had to be on mild to somewhat bed rest, which did last a few weeks, but after that went away.  My pregnancy was perfect.  No weight gain, no swelling, not sick even a day, etc...I was lucky.  I truly believe that when we are going through hard times the Lord does not give us more than we can handle.  To that I am grateful.
Life was good until a few weeks ago when everything began to change.  No movements, constant swelling, constant monitoring, then the fact that he is a moose and getting bigger by the day, going in every 48 hours to be checked, if he didn't pass his monitoring then off to the hospital we went, and the constant contractions that felt like labor, that at sometimes had to be stopped.  It was never ending.  It was inconvenient, but completely necessary.  I have seen my doctor more times than I care to think of, I have been to the labor and delivery room 1 more times than I want.
All in all, I wouldn't change a thing.  I'm sure my doctor is ready to deliver me just as much as I want to be delivered but all in good timing, right?  That timing thing again.  Ugh!  I am hoping and praying for Monday to be the day and that the phone call will come and I can go in.  I guess the good news is you cant stay pregnant forever right??
The sad thing is when its all over, when I finally have him, after wanting it over so bad, I will miss it once again, and crave it.  I love being a Mother, and I love being pregnant.  So come on little (or big) man lets get this started.  :)