I've been pretty comfortable through this pregnancy. Sure, I've had heartburn, headaches, and obnoxious leg-ankle-foot swelling... but really not major complaints compared to what some go through.
Sometimes I feel like my life, in general, is just like this. I mean, there have been hiccups of time where things seem pretty bad. But overall, I've had a pretty good life. Especially right now... and I'll be honest, I'm a little afraid to say this out loud (out typed? typed out? meh)... but I've sort of got the white picket fence thing going on. I have a good job, my own house, a stellar husband, and a dog. A frigging golden retriever at that!
... and the teeny pessimist in me is just waiting for the logic of reality to vomit all over me.
So maybe I'm asking a lot, but say a little prayer that my white picket fence doesn't fall over. Please? I'm closer than ever to our nugget-baby's birthday and I desperately want everything to go well. Pain-yes, I'll take it. I'm positive I can handle it, maybe even appreciate it, with the fantastic prize I'll get at the end. Then I can really say I have it all.
PS- THIRTY-SEVEN weeks tomorrow, full term, and getting an ultrasound. Hip hip hooray!