I hate that it soundsl ike I'm always whining about this. (Yes, off one post I am assuming that about myself and I do not like it).
I mean, come on! Little Loki, we tried and tried for three years, numerous different medications and lots of tears and struggle to have you, and I am SO very glad you're here! (Even when you wake me up at 3 am doing your kickboxing routine. *AHEM*)
There are some positive things too. I never ever thought that that craving thing was real. But it is. I love to feel you kick (in the DAYTIME, kid!!) and see my tummy move, and get things for you and imagine what you'll look like, and what your temperament will be like. How your papa's face gets all soft when he feels you kick, or how he giggles when he catches you hiccupping, like last night. The fact that he bought me a bracelet I've been yearning for for months as a present to always remember this time (altho there will certainly be a few things I aim to FORGET!) And hey, lest we forget - only two more weeks of work! THAT is a beautiful, beautiful thing! I waddle, I don't walk!
The dream I had just the other night where your great-grandma, my beloved and cherished Gran, had me sit by her and patted my tummy over where you lay inside and told me how much she also loved you, and warned me you were going to be a real 'firecracker', like her.
Tell you what, kid, you end up like your Great-Gran and you'll be a bit of all-right.