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"  What you loved: The sex was awesome. Not only did it feel amazing with all the extra blood in the lady-bits zone, but it felt more special and more fun \u2014 the newness of pregnancy, not needing birth control, plus giant boobs. Awesome. \u2014 Taylor N., 26 Not having to suck in my gut when having my picture taken\u2026 or at any other time. \u2014 Katherine C., 32 Not needing to buy tampons for a whole year. \u2014 Marion V., 32 Guilt-free naps, guilt-free Cheeto-eating, guilt-free bitchiness. \u2014 Melissa G., 35 Knowing my body was doing the most productive thing it could do, even when I was lying on the couch watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians. \u2014 Teresa D., 35 I loved that people gave me major props for doing ordinary things: carrying my own groceries, combing my hair, wearing shoes that were not orthopedic slip-ons, putting on lip gloss\u2026 \u2014 Nicci M., 35 I liked getting catcalled from behind, only to turn around with a big smile and my giant belly and watch the guy&amp;#039;s face disappear into his collar! \u2014 Catherine P., 41  What you hated: A coworker felt my hips and told me I was filling out. That was just the beginning of the strangers-touching-my-body thing. \u2014 Kim G., 36 I hated when people guessed what I was having. When I left a room, my mother-in-law would say, &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re having a boy,&amp;quot; and when I re-entered \u2014 10 seconds later \u2014 she&amp;#039;d say, &amp;quot;No, it&amp;#039;s a girl.&amp;quot; So, I look great from behind, but my face looks bad? Next time, we&amp;#039;re definitely finding out. \u2014 Annette U., 32 Spitting toothpaste onto my belly instead of in the sink. \u2014 Elissa M., 30 Listening to my mother-in-law describe in excruciating detail each one of her three pregnancies over and over again \u2014 right down to the mucus plug. Yup. My mother-in-law&amp;#039;s mucus plug. \u2014 Nora W., 34 Not being able to ingest the following: allergy medicine, chardonnay, spicy tuna rolls, cold cuts, vodka, raw cookie dough, Advil, NyQuil, fresh mozzarella, and, yes, beer. \u2014 Erin R., 33 The raging hormones. One day when I ordered breakfast at my office cafeteria, they told me they were out of breakfast burritos and I actually started sobbing. Seriously, it didn&amp;#039;t take much to send me over the edge! \u2014 Susan H., 27 "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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