I have to say that I still love being pregnant, and I don't think that it is just because I am afraid of labor or what to do with the little guy once he is born.
I love feeling the little feet kick me (still pretty gently), and feeling how the feet are growing. I love the warmth that I feel in my belly. I love the way he make my heart more tender and feminine than it was before. I love putting together little things in his room in preparation for his. I love sitting in his room and absorbing it. I love having to figure out new ways to do things because my belly is now too big to do it the way I did before. I love trying to figure out what he is like from the way he moves around.