Today I'm having a hard time remembering that this whole "pregnancy" thing is worth it. Have I mentioned that I am a miserable pregnant woman? Yeah? Well, apparently I need to say it again. Today pretty much sucked. First off, I have officially begun to waddle. What the Hell is up with that? It's only when the baby is laying weird, like when he has his cute little head in my back and his little feet right up front and he's kicking the crap out of me. But still, waddling. So that's not the worst thing in the world, I knew it was bound to happen eventually and so far it's limited. Alright, cool, I can handle that. So I came home and for the first time in a long time I wasn't exhausted! I was so super excited. Especially since I took a nap yesterday and woke up so incredibly pissed off that I'm a little surprised that no one ended up murdered. So I decided to eat and that was when the exhaustion hit me. So, like my normal pregnant self, I took a nap. And woke up with a horrible, splitting headache. I took some Tylenol and that went away. Awesome, I was feeling better and a little more optimistic. Well, apparently when you're pregnant your muscles get relaxed, and the valve in your stomach that keeps things in your stomach and out of your throat basically doesn't work anymore. Which is why so many pregnant woman experience heartburn. And, as I learned from experience, it doesn't actively keep anything in your stomach anymore. So I threw up. Twice. With no warning whatsoever. I was sitting in bed, so thank God I swallowed it otherwise I would have a bed full of vomit. After the burning in my throat finally stopped, I was determined not to let this get me down. So I went to get in the shower and did my normal routine of checking for stretch marks. Apparently I haven't done a very good job of checking the bottom of my boobs because I found about a dozen more stretch marks. Okay, that's fine, it's a part of pregnancy and I'm dealing with my self-image issues (but that's a blog for another time) so I'm fine. I get out and I'm putting on lotion, and that's when I realize that I can't feel the bones in my ankles anymore. I don't have a place where my calves stop and my ankles start any more. They are so swollen that they look ridiculous and weird and kinda like have pool floaties where my ankles should be.
So after everything that has happened today, I'm having a difficult time remembering that there's a cute little perfect baby in my belly that will make it all worth it. He has a tendency to remind me, though, because whenever I'm feeling down, he starts wiggling around to remind me that he's in there. The love that I have for my son makes the fact that I've had a miserable pregnancy absolutely, 100% worth it.
Thanks for listening to me complain, I'll try to be back to your regularly scheduled unicorns and rainbows by my next post.
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