The Truth about Pregnancy

The truth about pregnancy...at least my pregnancy

There are so many people that walk around and love being pregnant.  I (gasp) do not.  It is not that I do not enjoy the end result- I cannot wait to hold my baby girl in my arms.  I just do not like being pregnant.  Of course by saying this out loud, I am sure I am offending some people.  I know there are people out there saying/thinking, "Well, at least you can get pregnant."  To this I respond, yes, God has blessed me with the ability to not only have one unexpected pregnancies but two.  It is all about God's timing here because this has been the craziest year so far in our marriage.  However, I do not feel that I should hide my true feelings...I don't like being pregnant.

My mother-in-law bought me Belly Laughs: The Naked Truth about Pregnancy and Childbirth by Jenny McCarthy, I laughed so hard that I cried.  I can relate to this book.

My boobs are already huge when I am not pregnant.  They grew a whole size within the first month, 32E is not easy to find nor is it cheap.  Who wants to buy a bra that you will only wear for a month before you grow again?

Speaking of buying, maternity clothes are just plain awful.  I HATE maternity clothes.  They are literally tents.  A friend of mine just had her second son recently and I loved to call her and talk preggo talk.  I remember a conversation about our maternity clothes and wondering what were we thinking the first time around?  My first born was born five years ago but still, the clothing is god awful.  Jeans are always in style but the shirts look like big tents.  Maternity clothes are meant for ladies in their last months and that is it.  They also are not meant for women with small frames and big boobs.  I am sorry, but spending $200 on a pair of jeans for something that is going to fit me for 3 months is just insane.  I love reading the blogs that say, just expand your wardrobe that you currently have.  Great theory except all my shirts look like I have porn star boobs now.

I worked my ass off (quite literally) to get in shape.  Unfortunately, all that is completely gone.  I tried so hard to keep up my workout regiment when I found out I was pregnant.  However, I would throw up, go to the gym and then spend the rest of the day on the couch exhausted and nauseous.  With Will in Charleston and me at home with our 4 year old alone 24/7 for 3 months, this was not possible.  And if you think working out at home is a possibility, I have tried (many times) but it is just not feasible.  So with all this lack of exercise, I have gained weight and put stress on my body where it does not belong. People think I am crazy when I say I want to get back into the gym by 4 weeks postpartum.  Honestly, I do not care what they think.  I know that I am miserable and I know my cure, daily exercise.  I will seriously strap that infant to my chest and walk on a treadmill.

I wake up all the time to pee.

I cannot even eat a salad because it makes me nauseous all night.

I don't have the pregnancy glow.  In fact I have the complete opposite, my face has turned into a pizza.

My emotions are all over the place.

I cannot find a comfortable position to save my life.

We are not even close to being ready for this baby.  She has a crib up in her room with all the dresser contents in it because I do not have a dresser.  I went to buy a rug and Groupon has "Extra Fine Print" which messed my purchase up.  There is a glider but no cushions- those are in Charlotte.  Also in Charlotte is our carseat, pack-n-play and hopefully a few other baby things that have not surfaced since our move.  There are no diapers in this house that will fit her when she is born.  I really want to do cloth diapering this time around but moving expenses and paying for a baby to be born has eaten away at our finances.

I stress too much as you can see when I am pregnant.

I have four more weeks to get my act together...only four.

Why don't babies come by stork?