I am 24 weeks pregnant with twins, the multiples part makes my body feel like I'm well into the third trimester since my uterus measures at about 32 weeks instead of 24. I have spent all day feeling nauseous while the babies kick the hell out of my stomach and other internal organs. I am exhausted and wake up from their kicks at night, sometimes unable to fall back asleep. Braxton-Hicks contractions have started periodically, which feel like nice menstrual cramps to add to the mix. My upper back is all fucked up from sleeping on my side (I was a back/stomach sleeper before) and one of the knots on the right hand side between my shoulder blade and spine actually brought me to tears this afternoon. Acid reflux is kicking my ass, and I have a minor cold. I have three months left of this and the thought makes me want to cry. To top all that off, I keep getting warnings from well-meaning people about how I should "enjoy my time and sleep now!" since once the twins get here my life will apparently turn into a never-ending hellscape of endless poop, pee, screaming, spit-up, breast-feeding horror stories, with sleep being something I will never see again.

Someone, please, anyone, tell me a good story about babies. How they are worth this, despite the fact that I feel utterly miserable right now and everyone tells me it's only going to get worse. I swear to God, if anyone tells me more horror stories right now, I am going to scream.

UPDATE: Hey, thanks all for the kind words. I feel a lot better this morning, and the support from you guys definitely helped.