I’ve debated for a while about whether to post this or not. I’m sure that I’m going to offend someone, but since when have I really been too worried about that. This is the truth, after all.
I hate being pregnant.
Don’t get me wrong- I’m more excited than you will ever know to have a baby, but this whole “pregnancy” thing- yea, it’s not really for me. Before I was pregnant, I actually said that I couldn’t wait to be pregnant. (Brent informed me of this several weeks ago. I have no recollection of it.) Now that I’ve been doing this for 7 months, it’s just no fun. Maybe if you could cram it down to just like 5 or 6 months of being pregnant. Nine months is just too much.
I don’t enjoy that none of my clothes fit. Especially now that it’s winter and I apparently live in Antarctica. Try not being able to button up your jacket when it’s 20° out.
I don’t enjoy having to pee every 20 minutes. I used to pee like 3 times a day (not that any of you want to know my bathroom habits). Now, I know where the bathroom is in pretty much every store in Nashville. Go ahead, ask me.
I don’t like that my fingernails grow so fast. I know that most women love this, but not me. I like my nails to be short and I like manicures. Especially since there is no point in a pedicure with the frigid temperatures right now. So, I get a manicure and a week later, my nails need cut again. It’s a viscious cycle.
I don’t like having to literally roll out of bed. Or off the couch. Or ask Brent to help me up all the time. This probably is even worse since there are two puppies in my house that enjoy laying of top of me. It’s quite a process every time I want to get up.
I don’t really enjoy the special treatment or people telling me not to do things and trying to help. I promise I can carry the laundry basket from the bedroom to the laundry room. I’m perfectly capable of walking up and down stairs (although I have tripped twice in the last week 🙂 ). And I can put my groceries into the backseat of my car just fine on my own. Pregnant ≠ handicapped. At least not in my case.
Don’t get me wrong, though. I’m not complaining that I am pregnant. It does sound like that, though. I’m just saying that by the time I’m ready to have my next kid, I’m hoping that technology has figured a way around these things. 🙂
I’m grateful everyday for our little baby Mason, though, and we just can’t wait for him to get here. I’m just saying he better reeeeeaaaalllllyyyyy love me for carrying him around for so long.
P.S.- How do you like the new Beach theme? We can all pretend it’s nice and sunny and warm.