I do not like being pregnant.
I keep telling myself that everything will be different come April 12, but that seems so very far away. I'm already to that point where sleeping is uncomfortable. The bed works until 2am, then the chair works until 5am and then to the couch until I hear the boys stir or I can't take it any longer.
But I do love my boys. (They are sleeping right now.) They are cute and fun, and I love when I can make them laugh together. We are still young and foolish so I can make them laugh by making faces and strange sounds or by pretending to be a dinosaur and crawling around grunting and pretending to eat shoes.
So the next time I am angry that my body is not currently my own I will imagine Zeke, Ben and Mac'N'Cheese, brushing teeth together and laughing hysterically whenever Mom says "Spit!" and makes a spitting noise to demonstrate.