I LOVE BEING PREGNANT. and I love everything that comes with it. The being hot all the time, the swelling, the emotions, the hormones, the uncomfortable-ness, the shortness of breath from talking because my little guy is up in my ribs real good, the feeling of my ribs being pushed on from the inside-out, etc.
I'm sick of having people tell me "oh you just wait" "wait till the end when (insert whatever "horrible" symptom) and then you'll be screaming to get him out."
I honestly don't think I will be one of those pregnant people. Yes I complain but I make my complaint, leave it at that and get on with life. Although to me these "complaints" aren't complaints really they are merely me stating the facts of what I'm feeling, not a complaint that I want it to end. Rocky can do whatever his little heart desires inside me as long as he's happy. In fact this little guy has to be all squished up for quite sometime, so he should be the one complaining.
If you don't think I'm serious...ask Jose. He'll tell you the same exact thing.
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