Oh, I can put you off!
I'm 37 weeks now.
This SUX! I nibbled an apple at 11 - the baby is riding so high I puked that apple till 3AM this morning. I haven't had a full meal in months - first, I was vomitting. Now, the baby is still not engaged and my stomach is pushed up near my ribs.
I have piles, my boobs leak like sieves, and my back is in agony. Sleeping. Oh, waking up every hour b/c the baby is kicking you b/c it doesn't like the position you're in or it's on your bladder.
My hemoglobin levels are in the toilet. Dropping lower than 100. Oh, it's fun looking after a 2.5 year old when you feel like that.
My feet and calves are twice their normal size.
My hair is like a oil producing factory. So is my skin. I have skin tags all over my neck as well.
I can't walk more than a few metres w/o feeling like sitting down.
Getting into the Christmas spirit is a snap when you feel like crap and can't drink, either.
Or enjoy yourself in the kitchen.
Then there's your wardrobe. Maternity clothes. The same ones. Over and over. High heels? Forget it.
Don't do it unless you have to.