Here is an incomplete list of things I suspect I'm going to miss when I'm no longer a pregnant person:
Being warm 80% of the time, even in winter; eating what I want, when I want, without images of diet consultants breathing
down my neck and chastising me for that soft pretzel I ate at 10:00 at night; letting myself rest when I need to; having an
excuse to do things I want to do, like clean my house, and get out of things I don't want to do, like hunt down and try to
consume books on critical theory; simple foods that taste amazing, much more so than I remember; peace and quiet.