Sorry, Missy, I borrowed your idea for a Top Ten List

Ok, I'm getting to the point where I'm getting really tired of this whole beach ball (and like a Spring Break sized beach ball, not the little ones you get at walmart for your two year old)attached to my body and hips creaking with every step and braxton-hicks and having to find a bathroom every two hours. I know I don't have much time left, and really I am truly grateful for this opportunity I have to be a mother. So to keep my perspective right I'm going to borrow a page from my friend Missy's book (or blog, as the case was) and figure out a Top Ten list on the good things about being pregnant.

10. Really makes you grateful for the day pants actually fit you again and don't have a stretchy belly pouch that doesn't work that great.
9. The whole time you are pregnant you don't have to say no to the baby, or chase down the street after him or find him in the snack drawer fifteen minutes before lunch or clean up glue off the carpet (huh, Tasha!) or tell him to stop eating grass (ok, that might just be my Caleb) or any number of other things you'll be telling him relatively soon after he's not inside any more.
8. When the line is long at a public bathroom, you just have to get a desperate look on your face and people will let you cut to the front. Almost as good as having a three year old that's wailing "I have to go now!"
7. You can cry about anything and people will understand. I'm not just talking Hallmark commercials, but like when Farris came home and found me crying on the bathroom floor because Joseph had peed all over the floor again and then spilled bubble mix everywhere he was very understanding and helpful and never told me to grow up.
6. My fingernails grow fast. I know, that seems trivial, but it's nice because fingernails don't last very long in a world with little boys.
5. Naps. Enough said.
4. Growing a baby is an excellent excuse for ice cream every night.
3. Temple attendance, while a little harder, is even better. It puts eternity all into perspective. And all the little old ladies just light up when they see you waddling down the hall.
2. I love feeling the baby moving and watching my belly jump and having my kids faces light up when they finally feel him kick their hand. Even the rib kicking and bladder punching are great (well, they're not too bad) because you know he's doing good and growing.
1. I know how I am extremely blest to have this chance to not only have three healthy, intelligent (except for the whole walking into walls thing) kids but to have another one coming. I'm not sure why Heavenly Father decided I should get this opportunity, but I do thank Him for it every day.