I know. I KNOW. How dare I, right? I feel guilty for even typing it, let alone THINKING it....
but it IS. It's a pain in the ass.
There's the mind-numbing fatigue, the complete loss of your previous abilities to focus, remember and/or retain information, there's the copious amount of vomiting, plus gas and heartburn. And don't forget the peeing. ALWAYS peeing.
(I'll save the skin and bodily changes for my next post....Oooh, something to look forward to!)
I am so tired, that all I do is sleep.
Women who work/go to school while pregnant are now my new superheroes. I don't know how they do it! They deserve medals and parades.
The other day, it took me six hours just to get dressed, write an email, and put away 3 baskets of laundry. 6 HOURS, people. I don't have other children or a job, that was all I did all day...
And I was exhausted!
I have also become dumber. I can't remember how to spell things, I have difficulty paying attention, My husband has to repeat himself, it's a mess.
Oh, and the vomiting: There's no "glow," just shades of green and broken blood vessels all around my eyes and across the bridge of my nose. Food is the enemy and I've gotten to the point where I'm slightly afraid to eat. I've started picking foods based on their ease of regurgitation.
Gross, but totally true.
Next, we have gas and heartburn--
With the way I've been belching and farting, you'd think I was a trucker! My favorite part? I seem to have no control over any of it. I'll open my mouth to speak, and instead, out comes a loud rumbly burp. In the middle of a quiet restaurant, no less.
It's 3:30am and I'm wide awake with heartburn and and stomachache. Damn Italian.
Finally, there's the peeing. I probably pee every fifteen minutes. Going an hour between bathroom breaks is like marathon status.
If I cough too hard, I pee a little.
If I throw up, it's a sure bet that I will pee.
Good sneeze? It's over!
So I've started wearing pads 24/7...and it's early in my pregnancy still. By the end, I'm going to have to drop all pretenses of dignity and just give into Depends. Shudder!
Pain in the ASS, I tell you!
But that's okay. I'd go through all of this tenfold to have our baby.
It's always been said that you have to work hard for what you really want, so armed with my super absorbent pads, my prenatal vitamins and my chuck bucket, I say:
LET'S DO THIS.
That, however, does not mean that I won't bitch about it from time to time, no matter how grateful I may be for this opportunity.
I'm sorry, but peeing your pants while puking your guts out is like salt in the wounds....just mean!