The Joys of Pregnancy

You know, it's funny about this whole pregnancy thing. Sometimes, I feel like I'm putting on an act, doing what everyone else thinks I should be doing in relation to being pregnant and acting like I feel like they say I'm supposed to feel. Honestly, I spend half the day confused over what's going on, and the other half trying to catch up on the sleep and feel less exhausted. I cringe over the thought of never getting back into my suits (which I love and stare dreamily at in my closet every once in awhile), and wonder what the heck I got myself into. I remember wanting a baby very badly when we started trying, and I remember all of the frustration when things weren't going right, and I still smile when I see little ones out and about (saw the cutest little girl at the Dodger game last night), but I just don't feel as happy and bubbly as people think I'm supposed to. Does that make me a bad person? But, then again, others have said that I'm glowing... maybe that's just the light reflecting off the glaze from the doughnut I had for breakfast?
I will say that I can't STAND it when people rub my stomach. I hate people invading my personal space to begin with (my hubby excluded, of course), but I get random people walking up and wanting to touch me. ugh! I also am getting slightly annoyed with my mother in law, who seems to want to do it every time she sees me. It's all I can do not to cringe and back away. ARGH!!!! I realize that she's excited about having a grandchild, and a little girl, no less. But come on... how many times do you have to touch me?!?!?! What happens to people that they think it's o.k.? It wouldn't be o.k. if I walked up to them and started rubbing their stomachs! So why, just because I'm carrying an extra person around, does my stomach suddenly become fair game? oy!