Oh, I love this thread. Sometimes it feels like if you love and want your baby then you're supposed to love being pregnant. But I hate it! The whole thing lasts so damn long that it's easy to lose sight of the fact that there is even a baby growing in there. Sometimes it feels like this belly is just me: my weird, morphing body that I can no longer control.
I hate feeling fat. And sex is so awkward (emotionally as much as physically) that DH and I have pretty much given up, which is not great for our relationship.
And to top it off, I feel like a horrible mother because I can't even really look forward to the weeks after she's born. I want her out, but I know that as soon as she is, I'm going to be overwhelmed, and tired, and sore. *sigh* Producing life is so much work!
I hate feeling fat. And sex is so awkward (emotionally as much as physically) that DH and I have pretty much given up, which is not great for our relationship.
And to top it off, I feel like a horrible mother because I can't even really look forward to the weeks after she's born. I want her out, but I know that as soon as she is, I'm going to be overwhelmed, and tired, and sore. *sigh* Producing life is so much work!