When I was pregnant with Gwen I hated every aspect besides feeling her move around (and my relatively easy labor). When I got pregnant with BP, I told myself that I would truly embrace being pregnant and enjoy it. I can say with 100% confidence that it is a load of crap. I hate being pregnant even more this time than last time, which actually surprises me. Why you ask??
With Gwen I was sick from week 5-20. It mainly included all day nausea, dry heaving/throwing up...etc. After week 20 the pregnancy was a breeze. I felt great, I slept great, I was laid back, and had no issues with pain...etc.
This time, not so much. You name a pregnancy symptom and chances are I have it or have had it. So on top of the same m/s as with Gwen, I get to experience exhaustion, constipation, major mood swings (not in a good way), depression, restless sleep, stomach aches, teenage like skin (actually my skin is worse than when I was a teenager), ligament pains, stress/mind racing, achy back, achy legs/feet, BP jumping on my bladder, hail damage on the back of my thighs, and now cankles. I never once swelled with Gwen and I am already swelling with Baby Pink. At this rate I am going to look, and feel, like an elephant by July.
I should feel guilty about this because I know that there are so many people out there who would trade places with me in a heart beat. And I want to love being pregnant, I want to be one of those glowing gorgeous pregnant women that can still function on a day to day basis instead of a frumpy, angry mess who can barely get herself off the couch or be a productive member of society. But the truth is, I will never be one of those pregnant women, so I will suffer through the next 18 weeks until I get to meet my love, face to face.
I will leave you with one question. Do you think once labor is over and I am all stiched up that they could give Mike a quick vasectomy? The medical grade gloves will already be on and we'll be in the hospital. Can't be that hard right??
P.S. My labor better be about 1 hour long (enough time to get to the hospital) and feel like I am being licked by kittens.
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