If I had a dollar for every time I had a random round ligament pain, a bout of nausea and felt the need to lie down and nap, I could definitely have enough money to pay for a nice, relaxing vacation to Maui. I keep getting lectures about how I should be happy about this pregnancy because the baby will know if I'm not. I don't dislike my baby nor do I associate it with the aches and pains, but I do think that this could be an indicator that this baby will be more rambunctious than Emma. Just sayin'... I can see it now, my 3 1/2 year old will be running in one direction while we're shopping at Target while my newborn screams incessantly... Oh how my life is about to be thrust into a world of home adventures while everyone else gets to enjoy the outside. Can you tell that pregnancy has given me an excellent over-dramatic quality? It's okay, it's not permanent, although it is fun sometimes. For instance, today, while in the cafe on campus, a spider crawled onto a chair across the room. I panicked. Not just panicked a little, but wouldn't let Emma near that side of the room! I was convinced that the spider would somehow leap off of the chair and attack myself or Emma. UGH! Sick, I have the creepy crawlies just thinking about it!
Aside from being a slight Drama Queen, I have also been blessed with an serious intolerance of stupid people. It's really more than stupid people, it's also people who don't seem to possess the common courtesy to hold the door open for the crowd of people behind them, namely the mothers pushing strollers. No, it's not just holding the door for me, I've watched dozens of people (both males and females) just walk into stores that have doors that don't automatically open and just let the door close, stranding the poor mother to maneuver a stroller that is so inflexible that it makes a turtle look like a gymnast through the door. I want to kick those inconsiderate people in the shins. Especially when it's women with children. Clearly you've pushed a stroller before, try thinking of someone else! I tell you, either my parents raised me to be way too polite or other peoples parents seriously failed them.
Pregnancy is making me crazy! I feel like it's never going to end. I have nausea every morning still. I thought that was supposed to end by 14 weeks! So much for a wonderful second trimester. There are all these things I didn't know the first time around that I wish I'd known and even more now I wish I knew. I should just write a tell-all book. You know, kind of like that Girlfriends Guide, but even more real and mean. Maybe women should know how awful it can be sometimes. It's just sad that nobody ever prepares you for all the bad things. I like to be informed. How is it that nobody gets to warn you? It's a cruel joke, I think. It's like women have all joined this secret, "Let's not tell anyone about the negative side of pregnancy... Haha suckers!" club and some of us didn't even get invited to join the club after our first baby! I think I'll kick those women too. And don't tell me that if I knew the bad things before I got pregnant, I might never have chosen to have a baby because if that was the case, maybe it just wasn't meant to be.
I know, I know... Once this little baby arrives all of the bad things that have pushed my buttons until that moment will all seem worth it. I know that this baby is a blessing and that some women would practically kill to be in my shoes, but honestly, I think I'm entitled to feel however I want until my baby gets here. Understand that I fully believe that this baby is going to be yet another light of my life, just as Emma is, and know that he or she will be loved so much more than I can even describe. In fact, you should know that I already love this baby more than I thought I could love another baby. I think that being uncomfortable so early, being nauseous even though I'm almost 17 weeks and still feeling like I need a nap at 1:00 pm every day makes things a little rough, especially when you have a three year old to chase around. Haters can hate, but this is why men don't have babies, they'd never last...
And I just have to say one more thing, yes, we have talked about the much anticipated name but again, you will not know until he/she is born. As for whether you'll even know in advance if it's a Boy or Girl, I can't say yet. You'll just have to wait and see. Know that I am every bit as anxious to shop for the adorable outfits stores like Target, Carters and Gymboree have to offer, but it's undecided at this point. So stop asking. You'll be the last to find out period if you don't stop asking.
Since I've been so brutally honest telling y'all how I feel today, I'll share a picture of my belly. Baby Nemo at 16 weeks and 4 days:


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