Last but not least, one of the best memory of my pregnancy has been how much my love has grown for my sweet hubby. He took on so many new responsibilities while I was resting or doing other stuff. He has officially been in charge of folding the laundry for the last 10 months. (funny side-note, I think it's really funny even after that long how men still have a hard time distinguishing between t-shirts that you "hang-up" to wear for everyday clothes, and an actual grungy t-shirt. Same thing with tank tops. My cute husband to this day can't tell the difference between a tank I would wear with a nice outfit, and a tank top that I work out in :0