Pregnancy is beautiful. There are few things as perfect and wonderful as creating another human being. You get to be a vessel for a human life. Tell me… What’s more beautiful than that?
Oh, I know.
Being able to stay up past 9pm.
Not running out in the middle of work to puke your guts up.
Your pre-baby belly.
Being able to button your pants.
Not being a crazy hormonal little bitch to your husband.
Eating Chipotle and Chinese food, because holy crap no thanks anymore.
Having nice hair.
Redbull on Mondays.
The energy to make it to the gym.
Not crying during every single Glee rerun.
Going out for drinks on Friday night.
That drunk cigarette.
Sleeping on your tummy.
Listen, I know it’s worth it. When I hold my tiny little baby in my arms, all of these things will seem so trivial. But holy hell body, why do you hate me just because there’s a little alien creature inside of you? Jeez. Selfish.