I've had a great pregnancy. No morning sickness - not even any nausea - and very few complaints overall. But now I'm finished. The Sugar Nazis have me restricted: no refined sugars, flours or white rice. I've also become the proud owner of some kicking cankles and sleeping exclusively on my left has given me a wicked knot in my mid back. (For some good entertainment, make me try and roll from one side to the other, or try calling me when my cell phone's just out of reach. Good times.)

Most moms-to-be eagerly anticipate the arrival of their little ones. Don't get me wrong, I want to meet Bean really badly. However, I'm also anxiously awaiting the time that I can eat a donut, have a gin and tonic and sleep on my stomach. It's the simple things, really...

Labels: anticipating, Bean