Ice-cold slightly dirty Stoli martinis with little shards of ice in them. I don't miss martinis quite as much as I used to -- but early during the pregnancy, if I even thought about a martini (esp. one with blue cheese stuffed green olives in it), my mouth would start watering. Pathetic, I know.
I miss seeing clothes on other women and thinking, "Wow, that's really cute and I bet it would look nice on me." Not that I would actually go out and buy it (dislike shopping)...but there was something nice about that.
I miss feeling like I look good, or at least look ok. My skin is such a mess these days and I'm looking tubby but not quite pregnant...I need to get over it, but suddenly -- after years of being (or thinking I was) relatively vanity-free, I'm suddenly like "Um...didn't I used to be kind of cute? What happened?!"
I miss running. I could never have imagined that I would, (since I complained about it incessantly and hated it before & during each run), but I really do miss that feeling of accomplishment and elation at the end of each run. I miss the mental battle with the little naysayer in my head telling me that I can't do it, and that I should stop *right this minute* before I have a coronary. (I had to stop running in January, was suddenly causing my hips and knees too much pain.)
Oh, and I definitely miss being up for eating just about any cuisine...I feel like I have a list of foods and cuisines that I won't eat because the idea of them turns my stomach, and it doesn't seem to be getting any shorter.
Ok, novella over.