Ya know the saying, "life sucks, and then you die"? Well, I'd like to liken that to pregnancy.
Why do we have to be so miserable when we are pregnant? Oh sure, there are women out there who love every waking AND sleeping moment...but for those of us that aren't nuts we are miserable.
I shouldn't complain too much. This pregnancy has been a BREEZE compared to the last, but still I am a whale and am therefore uncomfortable 24/7. At one point in my pregnancy (though it was so long ago it's hard to remember) I absolutely adored feeling him moving around in there. Now? Not so much. He is so darn low I feel like he's trying to stick a hand out to test out the weather. I honestly cringed everytime he moves because it just hurts SO bad.
My poor husband. I've gone all hormonal on him lately. He takes it in stride, but I know it must be hard. Almost every night when he gets home from work I bust out bawling because of this or that stupid thing.
It's gotten so hard to move around and moving induces lots of swelling, so that means my poor Mara doesn't exactally get as much attention from me lately. She comes to me and says, "stowy, pa-lah" (story, please) and sits on my lap while I read to her, she then will snuggle with me for a bit and then be off to play again. One good thing that has come out of this is that she is very content to play by herself a lot of the time. A skill which I will come to love even more when Logan comes, I am sure.
Please, no visitors to my house. It is a DISASTER. No joke, it's like a bomb went off almost constantly. When it got hard to bend over I'd clean up by using my feet...now I can hardly do that! Oh, and not to mention that after I spend like ten minutes cleaning I'm sweating like a nasty pig.
Wow, aren't I just a brat? I should be so grateful that I have this opportunity, and usually I am. But tonight is another matter entirely.
Don't worry, I'll get over it.
p.s. I am being induced October 5th! Yeehaw!
