Don't judge me. This is my experience, these are my thoughts. You can disagree or agree with whatever you want, I really don't care*.
*That's one of my pregnancy symptoms - not giving a shit. It's actually kind of lovely.
Background:
I'm 29 weeks. Or 30. I'm never actually sure how this counting thing works.
I have no reason to be complaining. I haven't been sick. I don't have heartburn. I'm still a pretty normal functioning adult (most of the time). I exercise. I have an amazing husband and support system who take care of me when I allow them to.
I don't love being pregnant. I don't and I'm not sorry. I know it's something that women are supposed to be over the moon for and feel pretty and magical. Some women do love it. I've got friends who claim they could be pregnant forever. I just feel like a damn elephant. I clomp around my house in enormous clothes and I can't do simple things like tie my own shoes. When you're as Type A as I am, not being in control is a huge issue.
Irritating Points:
- When strangers smile at me and then stare at my stomach.
Yup. You know my secret. We're in cahoots now you and me. I'll send you the club brochure in the mail tomorrow.
- When you ask how I'm doing and I actually answer honestly...and then you say "Oh just wait, it gets worse"
No Shit Sherlock. I realize I'm not done yet. But thanks for reminding me of how many more weeks I have to go and how much bigger I'll get. You're super helpful.
-Random Advice.
No, I don't want to hear how I should go to Wal-Mart and buy XL Softball shorts and wear them as underwear (seriously. I was told this).
- Horror Stories (that begin with, "don't listen to all the horror stories, but let me tell you mine...)
Thanks A-Hole. Pushing a living being out of my crotch suddenly sounds even more appealing when you tell me how well it went for you.
- Being called Jessica Simpson
Yeah, that happened. My doctor just had twins so she was on maternity leave. So when we went in for our gender scan, we saw a different one. She was a PEACH!!!! and by peach I mean... something evil... After we found out she was a girl, she said "Everything looks good. Now lets talk about your weight" (Disclaimer - I'd only gained 12 lbs at 20 weeks.) She then proceeded to tell me that we need to make sure "I don't turn into Jessica Simpson" 3x in 15 minutes or less. THAT is how you give a Type A person a complex..
Despite these, there are some things I'm truly excited for.
Including:
Seeing N hold her for the first time. Dads and kids. Always the best thing ever
Decorating her room. We finally got it painted and the crib comes in tomorrow. Now I can go nuts with artwork, decorating and the little details. And I love organizing shit.
Holidays (next year obviously) - specifically Halloween, Thanksgiving & Christmas.
Getting back to normal pants. The kind with buttons.
Jogging. I never thought I'd say that out loud. Weird.
Overall -
I just can't wait for her to get here. I might not like being pregnant but I love this kid more than I can say and I haven't even met her yet. Aside from the random kicks to the ribs of course.
Now, someone pass me some ice cream and a pop tart.
Just kidding.
Sort of.
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