I almost always go through a "gee-I-hate-this-thing-what-was-I-thinking" stage in the middle of a quilt. I feel like I'll NEVER get it pieced and then, I feel like I'll NEVER get through with the quilting and I am just sick of looking at it. Sometimes it lasts until I get the binding on it and get it laundered.
Laid out on the bed all fluffed and crinkly, it's a lot prettier to me than it was when I was sweating over it.
In childbirth, you forget the labor pains when you're holding the baby.