It only took me over 5 months, but I think I’m finally getting used to being pregnant. Most of my days are pretty much the same. They consist of me feeling exhausted and nauseated, taking lots of Zofran, getting a shot in my stomach, eating breakfast, two lunches, two dinners, and lots of snacks in between, and the occasional episode of gagging and vomiting. Oh, and lots of trips to the bathroom as the baby uses my bladder as a punching bag. Most of my excitement with the pregnancy comes from feeling the baby move and kick, seeing her on the ultrasounds, and looking at baby stuff online. Who knew that someone could actually get used to all this and enjoy it? I never thought I would, but I am. I’m slowly, VERY SLOWLY, beginning to understand how women can have more than one baby. By the time my baby girl is actually here, I may *gasp* actually consider going through this again in a few years. Oh no, now I’m overwhelmed at the very thought of it. I need a nap…