I’ve reached that point in pregnancy now where I just want it to be over, where it’s all too easy to think only of how miserable it is. This is the point for which I wrote my advice on being pregnant with grace. So today I’m going to come up with ten things I love about being pregnant…things I will actually miss if, as I expect, this is indeed the last one.
1. Cute clothes that actually look good on me.
2. Ultrasounds. I had another one at 32 weeks—they found fluid in the kidneys at 24 weeks and wanted to check in again. I’ve never had a high-powered ultrasound so late, and even though it was only 2D, I was watching my baby’s face in motion, and I could almost see the contours well enough to know what s/he will look like. It was amazing.
3. Anticipation. Not finding out the gender. Coming, slowly or quickly, to an opinion about which it is, and finding out that I’m right. Or not. Either way, it’s a ton of fun.
4. Baby movements. At least, as long as Baby’s not trying to perform the C-section from inside. Or tickling me under the ribs. Or punching the bladder nerve. But I love being able to feel the contour of an entire limb. It’s so cool.
6. The built-in-opportunity for sex ed with my child who is old enough to get it. If Julianna was at age level, I’d have two kids this would apply to, but as it is Alex is the only beneficiary. Still, it’s good for him to see the process in motion, and see it as holy. I want my kids to grow up with a sense of sexuality that is north of repression but south of promiscuity. And I think seeing the process in action is a great way to achieve that.
7. No underarm odor. I know, that’s gross. (And it’s weird. But it’s true. And I LOVE it.)
8. People being willing to do things for me that I’m perfectly capable of doing myself. Although frankly, that stage is past. Because now most of those things I really can’t do.
9. The motivation to eat carefully and keep my weight as much under control as possible. Because I think that’s good discipline for after.
10. The chance to participate in something truly miraculous, something that truly changes the world.
There you go. I assigned myself the number ten and wondered if I would be able to fill it, but I did. And it puts me in a better frame of mind to face this day, which is T minus five weeks (please God, no snow storms on the 14th or 15th of December!!!)
Kathleen M. Basi 
I loved being pregnant and I loved giving birth. The only time giving birth that I wanted to scream, it was out of pure joy. I din’t because I was afraid I would scare people.
That gave me a wonderful laugh! Did you have your kids young? I asked my mom about pregnancy and she said, “I was disgustingly healthy during pregnancy.” I can’t help wondering if my issues are from being older…as so many of us are these days, putting it off into our 30s.
I was married at 21. I just turned 23 when I gave birth to Jay. Jeffrey Christian came 19 months later. I remember it like it was yesterday.
I loved being pregnant too…for many of the same reasons. I loved feeling the baby move and chasing feet and elbows across my belly. I loved how I looked pregnant too. I got my photos taken professionally by a friend and have a couple of great bare belly shots that I keep in my personal photo book. Well…and there’s one hanging on my bedroom wall too. I felt beautiful while pregnant!
I also love that I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain much weight! Loved that part. The most weight I gained was with my 4th and 5th pregnancies…18 lbs each time. Gosh I miss that part-love food.
And that last pregnancy was much more achy than the first! Round ligament pain, owie. Lower back pain (turns out I have scoliosis and didn’t know it). I was 32 when she was born.
My wife was most beautiful when she was pregnant.
I loved being pregnant. After having a miscarriage in my first pregnancy, I enjoyed every minute of being pregnant. Even the morning sickness. Love # 3, 4 and 10 the best!