In spite of increasing lumbering around, back ache, sciatica problems, lack of mobility and general grunting every time I try to stand up...
I am at that point in pregnancy where I just love it. 6 months on Monday and I just love it. The baby's movement is so much more pronounced now, I feel such a bond with my baby inside me now, I feel wonderful generally (love you, progesterone!) and everyone around me makes me feel so special in that "awww you're a pregnant lady" kind of way.
In 3 and a bit months I'll have my baby, but just be flabby and stretched and misshapen, sleep deprived and missing the wonder hormones. Is it weird to think this way? I can see why being pregnant is so addictive.