My Body Is A Well Oiled Machine

Yes. I've officially given over control to "the pregnant body." My hips are expanding. My stomach has ridden the uterus elevator up several floors so that it now sits pretty much right under my huge, huge boobs. In fact, pretty much all of my internal organs have moved up to the penthouse to accomodate the new tennant. I'm getting front-heavy, so I have to be careful not to walk too fast lest I tip over like a weeble-wobble. My craving for mint is inexplicable, since it made me want throw up only a few short months ago. Now I can't seem to get enough. Sleep. Pee. Eat. Pee. Rub tummy. Pee. Repeat. Aside from the back pain and heartburn and the weird leg cramps in the middle of the night, I feel great. Being pregnant is a trip. I realize this is what my body was ultimately made for. It's amazing. It has been a wild ride, and I'm loving it.