Worth it.

The other night, I woke up at about 5:00--yelling. Poor Brad. I was less than six inches from his ear. If I were him I would have woken up in a panic--disoriented, confused. But he didn't. He saw me grab my right calf in agony and immediately pulled my foot back, helping me stretch out the worst. leg. cramp. ever. It's two days later and still sore.

I'm at that stage in pregnancy where everything is uncomfortable. Breathing, eating, sleeping. Sitting at a computer for half an hour on a day I have forgotten my vitamins is enough to make me woozy and short of breath. Heartburn prevents sleep for hours. I waddle when I walk, and all chairs seem unusually hard. My tummy is tight, unmovable, unstretchy.

I am told I have two more months of this.

I don't remember this pain from past pregnancies.

All I seem to remember is the birth. The experience of holding a new munchkin. It's breathtaking. And earth-shattering. Evidently, it's powerful enough to have allowed me to forget everything else.

Thank goodness.