Things I Miss . . .

Don't get me wrong -- I am sooooo excited to be pregnant. I love that I've been given this chance. I wouldn't give it up for anything.

Nevertheless -- there are some things I miss.

I miss beer. For some reason, it never really meant that much to me before, but Friday night I sat by Clint as he opened Miller Lite after Miller Lite. The cans glistened in the light. It's making my mouth water as I type.

I miss the smoke shack at work. We can only smoke in one designated area on the grounds here, and it's the best place to get the latest gossip/news/lies. I actually had a hard time taking a break until I began frequenting the shack, and it became a good excuse to work one in.

I miss some of my clothes. I even have a skirt and a pair of jeans that still have the tags on them. I bought them 4 days before I found out I was pregnant. I haven't even opened my closet in at least 3 months, because I have a limited supply of stuff that fits -- it never makes it into my closet.

I miss my ankles. They have been replaced with cankles. However, I wouldn't be able to even see them if I still had them.

I miss my hair. What's on top of my head is this thick(er) wiry stuff that looks kind-of like my hair, but is much more difficult to manage. I haven't worn it down since November.

I miss being able to go through a day without making some kind of bodily noise. Whether it be a random hiccup, a burp, or even something more grotesque, I can't help myself.

I miss sushi. And unpasteurized cheese. And real coffee. Enough said.

I miss sleeping on my belly. Really, I miss sleep. And I have a feeling I won't get that back for a very long time.

I miss being active. Sure, I probably wouldn't have snowboarded this winter (I do live in one of the flattest states in the nation), but I can't even ride my bike. I feel totally lazy.

I miss being able to bend and reach. It's a struggle to put my socks on, or even lean forward to grab something off the far corner of my desk.