The discomfort had finally arrived in all of its glory and your poor father has to put up with my constant complaints, nagging and orders because I simply cannot get off the couch to grab the toy for your sister 3 feet away. I can no longer wear jeans (even maternity ones) because the constriction does not make you happy and you make sure Mama knows you are not happy. I can no longer eat a full meal and feel well afterwards, so I'm forced to eat small snacks throughout the day. It's a good thing all I ever want to eat are fruits, particularly nectarines and watermelons. It's even better that they are in season at this time. I have retired all shoes with any sort of height and resorted to flats. It is extremely hard these days to dress well so I can feel good because I am limited to 5 articles of clothing. But for every complaint that I voice about this pregnancy, I also whisper a million thankful thoughts into the heaven in the same breath.