First let me say that yes..I am THANKFUL for this baby in waiting. I am thankful that all things have gone as they should (touch wood).
I am thankful for being healthy.
But I am so done being pregnant.
How on earth did miss this? Really…..I think my husband has it taped somewhere, that I actually missed being pregnant!
How?
I have like 7 weeks to go.
She has shifted down..head is now resting in my groin. I cannot bend down now.
I keep getting MAJOR false labour sesssions. They go on for ever.
I have been told they get worse after each subsequent pregnancy. Joy.
I keep ruining shirts by pressing against things I am trying to clean.
I also feel stupid.
I am convinced each week of pregnancy is killing more brain cells. I am incapable of making a decision or thinking for myself these days.
I really really feel bad for my husband who is faced with my blank and or bewildered looks every single day.
I don’t think I make much sense these days.
I also hate feeling on the verge of tears for no reason. Or overwhelmed.
I used to be quite feisty. Now I feel like my hunter/protecter must take his club and deal with all issues, while I cower behind him.
How primal.
I also drop things a lot. And really…my driving SUCKS.
And cooking…I burned corn yesterday. In a pot. With water.
I burned toast today.
Sigh.
I hate wishing the time away.
My sons 7th Birthday is tomorrow….this is a big deal…I want to make a big deal of it.
My daughters 5th Birthday is next month.
There is a lot of stuff going on in June. Stuff I want to be a part of.
Or you know, just be in like statis or hybernation till my due date.
I hate pregnancy. Totally. I love my babies, I think it’s all worthwhile, but as soon as I get that first hint of nausea the bloom is off the rose. I just chant to myself the whole time, “I will not be pregnant forever.” And I wasn’t. You won’t be either.
Even if it feels that way most of the time. 😉
Oy. I remember that. I think I have a post somewhere about not liking being pregnant and being oh so done with it about halfway through.
You’re almost there. This, too, shall pass. She can’t stay in there forever.
Is it bad that you crack me up with your forgetfulness? Well until I remember I’m about 3 weeks behind you.
Hope it gets better sooner rather than later!
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hang in there! It’s easier in than out – at least for us has been. 😉
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