Just about to drop no 3, but as much as I hate not being able to walk, turn over in bed, being grumpy, etc etc, why am I suddenly wishing I don't have to go through labour, have a screaming newborn, survive on no sleep for a year etc. You'd think by now I would know that it is a phase that ends, but I am ready to burst into tears at the drop of a hat and throw a hissy fit that my 3 yo would be proud of.