Is this the point where I am going to now tell you all the things I in fact LOVE about being pregnant? Hell no. Sorry. Get over it.
Instead I am going to break down a few more of the reasons why pregnancy sucks:
1. While I don’t love the way I look pregnant I don’t absolutely hate it. It’s not the belly or the weight gain that I hate as much as the impact the weight has on my body. Specifically my energy and mobility. Getting up the stairs at our condo feels like climbing Mount Everest to me. I am out of breath halfway up the stairs! Sweeping and mopping our small condo causes a lower backache that just won’t quit. And this morning I had to ask my SO to tie my shoelaces for me because I can no longer reach them!!
2. Maternity clothes suck. Period. There is an attempt to make them fashionable and I appreciate that but at the end of the day pants with elastic waists and a big, stretchy black band are just not attractive. And you don’ t want to buy too many maternity clothes because (God willing) you won’t be able to wear them anymore a few months after the baby is born. So I am stuck wearing the same 3-4 pairs of stretchy pants and shirts every day.
3. Those of you that know me know that I am extremely independent and have been doing things on my own for a very long time. Ask my mom and dad about this and they will tell you the story of when I pretty much potty trained myself by deciding to change my own diaper. This resulted in the toilet, bathroom floor, walls, and ceiling (Mom might have been exaggerating a bit here) being covered in the contents of my diaper. The point is that I like doing things on my own and do not like asking for help. Being pregnant has completely destroyed my independence. My SO does so much for me and while I am endlessly grateful to him it is frustrating at times to not be able to do the things I used to. My energy level is no where near what it used to be. I am lucky if I accomplish 2 things off of my ever growing to do list each day.
4. Have you seen my vagina? Neither have I. Not in weeks.
Don’t get me wrong people I am very excited to meet little Olivia come December. I love her immensely already. I just wish December would hurry the hell up!!!
Last night sucked. My lower back was killing me and I absolutely could not find a comfortable position to sleep in. This morning I woke up and I feel great. Being pregnant is such a physical and emotional roller coaster!
Time to play a little catch up since I started this blog late into my pregnancy:
I am very thankful that thus far the third trimester has started out okay. As okay as anything about being pregnant can be! I have not been completely “comfortable” since about 10 weeks into this. I am NOT one of those women who “loves being pregnant” and I don’t feel “so great and beautiful and radiant”. In fact I really dislike being pregnant. Gasp! I know, I am a disgrace to all pregnant women! But I felt like absolute shit the first trimester. I had it all – nausea, the most insane food aversions, killer headaches, and extreme fatigue. Not to mention it was like another person, a very mean and angry person, had taken over my soul. I was rude and snappy to my SO for absolutely no reason. I swear he deserves a medal for putting up with me the first 3 months. The second trimester I did not feel sick anymore. Great! BUT that does not mean that I loved anything about it. I can’t drink, I can’t eat sushi, I hate gaining weight, and I absolutely despise the way everyone stares at me!! I feel so awkward out in public. I have read about the symptoms of the third trimester and I guess I should be thankful that I do not (yet) have swelling, heartburn, leg cramps, varicose veins, or constipation. My shoulders hurt almost every day and my lower back pain comes and goes but neither is unbearable. That being said….I still do NOT find anything about being pregnant enjoyable. Okay, the thick and luxurious hair is nice but that’s about it.
I read that the “nesting” phase starts late in the third trimester but I think I have already hit that. I feel like every inch of my house needs to be scrubbed clean. I consider myself a pretty good housekeeper and between my SO and I we keep up with things fairly well. But all of a sudden nothing feels clean enough. I want to scrub every baseboard, vacuum out the couches, dust anything I can find, and clean every surface of the bathrooms with bleach. Speaking of bleach….it smells so clean. I am obsessed. And Pine-Sol – I want to mop my floors everyday just to smell it.
I wish I would have started this blog earlier on in my pregnancy but better late than never. I am not sure what form this blog will take but I feel like I need an outlet for all of the crazy emotions that I am having. My goal is to have at least 2-3 posts a week and to be brutally candid about anything and everything I choose to post about. While I am going to focus on my pregnancy, the birth of baby Olivia, and all things baby related, I am in no way limiting myself to those topics.
For my family: Read at your own risk! I will be posting about ANYTHING that I might be feeling or going through during this pregnancy and childbirth! This includes the days when I feel like crap, the gross and unpleasant things that no one likes to tell you happen when you are pregnant, and even sex (sorry Mom and Dad).