Things I Miss

There are the obvious things I miss, like a glass of wine or a pint of beer (I know it's okay to drink a glass of wine or beer, and I have zero judgment of others who do so while pregnant, but for me it feels best to abstain entirely. Just a personal thing.).

Missing alcohol is the least of it:

I miss stinky cheese-- like a nice blue cheese or some far-out unpasterized goat cheese concoction from a lovely foreign place.

I miss eating a nice piece of raw fish or several-- like yellowtail or tuna sushi. I really really miss a good deli sandwich. All I want is a turkey and cheese sub with oil and vinegar.

I miss flopping on my stomach for a nap, training kung fu with boundless energy, being able to tie my own shoes AND breathe at the same time, bending over without feeling like a giraffe (you know how they splay their legs all awkwardly? That's my functional but ungraceful strategy), and I miss cuddling without fidgeting.

I miss being able to breathe while I'm laying flat on my back. I miss not feeling protective of my stomach when I'm on a crowded subway. I miss my firm booty and being 25 lbs lighter, not becoming winded from climbing a flight of stairs, and being able to see and/or maintain my own nether-regions.

But! Writing this has made me consider what I love about being pregnant, and as I round the corner to being 6 months pregnant, it might be fun to focus on that a bit.