With the girl it was fabulous, with the boy it was hell.  I don't know how I got through it, I just did.  I was a total b*tch the entire time, I know that, and maybe it helped.  I guess somewhere in my subconscious, I figured if I had to be miserable, so could everyone else.  I had MRSA, pre-eclampsia, and gestational diabetes.  Gah!!!  No wonder my poor dh wants to be done with having babies. Bless him, he never ever uttered a word about my horrible behavior, and always defended me.