Here is a randomly assorted collection of thoughts:
Pregnancy is easier to handle without severe chronic pain and I don't care how grateful anyone is to be pregnant, nobody is grateful for feeling like roadkill all the time.
Tatoe is going through an intensely whiny/awful phase right now - yesterday he whined for six hours! I was counting! - and I am also not grateful for that.
I am now the Professor's Wife Who Adjuncts. However, it is Dr. Scientist, little students, so help me. (One advantage of teaching at Pseudo-Military U: they will all be very respectful.)
We are refinishing the floors in our new house, after which we will Move! In! I have packed NOTHING! Eeeek. (I am not refinishing floors. I take a fairly liberal attitude, but two gallons of mineral spirits is too much volatile solvents for a fetus, and I don't have a respirator.)
However, when people ask if they can help us move/ pack/ watch kids, I have now taken to saying "Yes! Thank you. How about next Tuesday?"
Pregnancy, strength, endurance, tiredness... my limits are smaller than otherwise, is what I'm saying. And I was just getting back to something approaching good health.
Related: I may smack the next person who gets worried about me lifting heavy things while pregnant because it might hurt the baby. I am 18 weeks pregnant. I don't want to move a house of boxes because then I will be exhausted, not because I'll hurt the baby. I have not broken my arms. I am pregnant, not disabled. (Climbing tall ladders is a different proposition. No ladders.)
SCHOOL starts in FIVE WEEKS! I can't WAIT to get rid of both my precious children to fine educational institutions.