I love feeling baby move. I love knowing there is life inside me, created by hubby and me. I love the excitement of what is to come and that we will be giving Sadie a brother or sister. I love the fact I am having a successful pregnancy. And that is where it ends. I would go as far as to say I actually hate all other bits of pregnancy
Anyone else?! PLEASE tell me I'm not alone in being well and truly over it!
K.x
ps: I was so determined to love every second of pregnancy this time round after 'missing' Sadie when she was born and after experiencing how all of this just fades away as soon as baby arrives but no - I'm a grumpy monkey once again!
pps: sorry about the rant
- The worry (returning pre eclampsia being one worry)
- The tears
- The irrationality and intolerance and other effects of hormones that turn me into some kind of monster when I am pregnant
- The insomnia
- The indigestion
- The heartburn (thank goodness for ranitidine!)
- The constipation
- The being starving and then not being able to eat a whole meal
- The wind
- The sciatica (? Not sure if it is sciatic as it goes from back to buttock, not down leg but bloody kills!)
- The leg cramps that wake me when I do manage to sleep
- The strangers who feel as though I automatically want to have conversations with them and discuss my medical history with them (I know they're being kind... This is the irrational, intolerant, hormonal monster bit above!)
- Friends' and acquaintances' jokes about twins because I'm bigger than they think I should be
- People assuming i am disabled because I'm pregnant
- People not realising pregnancy is affecting my mobility and treating me like normal (contrary!)
- Already not being able to get out my car without opening door fully
- Car parking spaces that don't allow the above
- Urge to kill my hubby (he's just told me my back hurts because I'm not as active in this pregnancy as a sahm to a 2yo who I take to an activity every day of the week -dance class, toddler sense, art class where I have to get up and down to toddler table height, etc as well as taking to the park/zoo, running after her when she she runs away from me, lifting her in and out of car and high chair and on and off of toilet and generally carry / push around all day- as I was last time when I was working at a desk but fair enough walking to meetings in different buildings. Told him to take a week off work and be me while I rest up and THEN have an opinion on my activity levels. And the fact I think it's a trapped nerve)
- Guilt re these feelings because I'm so happy to be pregnant
- Disbelief that I have 13 more weeks to go because I feel as though I should be due in 13 days!
- The exhaustion
- Guilt that I'm willing baby to be early when my friend is likely to have prem baby and is so worried about it
- Worrying that all of the above will just cement the idea of no more children for my husband when, despite all of this, I'm not ready for this to be the last time!
Anyone else?! PLEASE tell me I'm not alone in being well and truly over it!
K.x
ps: I was so determined to love every second of pregnancy this time round after 'missing' Sadie when she was born and after experiencing how all of this just fades away as soon as baby arrives but no - I'm a grumpy monkey once again!
pps: sorry about the rant