Pregnancy ups, downs and innies turning into outies

Pretty much everyone knows that Candice, my wife, is pregnant. We're due to have a little boy on November 15th, hopefully at a reasonable hour. Over the past few weeks things really have gotten hard for her. She can't get comfortable at night, toe nails which need to be painted are a strain to even see, and feet are swelling and are in a constant state of needing massage. Me as the husband, provider, and body guard am finding myself fulfilling these rolls, mind you terribly. Last night while laying on the couch after an extremely busy weekend, she sat next to me and up came the feet. I rubbed, I stroked, and tickled just to try to get her to feel better. At the end of it she was still pretty miserable. She is constantly hot and this makes it hard for her to sleep at night along with my stealing of covers and mindless jabber through dreams. It seems like she can't do any simple thing without getting out of breath or just needing a break. Even her belly button has transformed from the cute little navel to what I now call "The Eye of Sauron." All these little things would drive me nuts. I can't stand to be tired or feeling helpless, and I can't imagine how she feels. But every 2 or 3 nights she lays back on the head board or the couch and pulls her shirt up over her gargantuan belly and watches little Jude move. That really makes everything all worth it I'm sure. Pregnancy can seem like hell to an ignorant outsider such as me, but to see that baby move and even more so to feel it... amazing and I think it probably makes it all worth it.