I adored being pregnant (already erasing the last three weeks, when DD did the hokey cokey at 11pm every night... That did get a bit old!).
Smiling secretly to myself in meetings when noone else knew I was PG
The look on my parents face when we told them
rubbing my tummy absent mindedly all the time,
lazing by the pool at 5m PG in Dubai (oh yes!)
quitting work a full 11 weeks off before the birth and watching the ER double episode every day whilst eating (my craving of) crushed ice and Callipo's,
fab skin, fab hair, bizarre dreams,
DD's hiccups in the womb
decorating the nursery and DH and I spontaneously bursting into tears of joy when everything was finished at the sheer excitement that overwhelmed us
the first images on the screen at the scan and walking around all afternoon saying "Oh my GOD! oh my GOD!"
the labour, and the birth being all OK and hearing the words "you have a beautiful girl", seeing her face for the first time, and thinking she looked familiar already :D
Oh joy... Can't wait to do it again...