There are many wonderful things about being pregnant. Not everyone loves the expectant state, but I actually enjoy it, to the point where even though I think we're probably good with two kids, I'm definitely a little sad about the idea of never being pregnant again.
What I enjoy slightly less: being pregnant in the summertime and wistfully gazing at all the rose that is being drunk all around me by friends and family, and of which I cannot partake (except for sips - which were taken, believe you me).
Rose is really good.