Misery

Can I just say how much I loathe pregnancy? I love the end result (the very, very end), but the means...the sick first trimester (and for me, it's lingering into the second), the fattish second trimester (where nobody knows you're pregnant, but they can't help but think you've put on a few too many), the tight and totally uncomfortable third trimester, where your skin is stretched out like a drumskin across a drum and your insides feel squuuuueeeeeezed, where you have to "make water" every hour on the dot, even in the middle of the night...it's all a horrible, downright miserable experience. I think it's all part of the "pain in childbirth" curse that God bestowed upon Eve, really. I don't think we're actually meant to really enjoy it. And if you do, you're psychotic!