I think my cats know that, if they wake me up at any time past 5 AM, I cannot get back to sleep and then I will feed them.
Something about this pregnancy makes it physically impossible for me to get out of the house without something on my clothes.
I feel sad when I leave for work and Harry is still asleep. Sad, and a little jealous.
Leaning over to scrape snow and ice off your windshield, while standing on a slippery driveway, when 5' 4" and very pregnant, is not a fun way to start your commute.
Having a moving truck block your parking spot at work sucks, until you realize that it means you get to take a closer spot. WIN!
Something about this pregnancy makes it physically impossible for me to wait until noon for lunch.