I've done pretty well with this second pregnancy. But it's getting harder and harder now. I've had an awful day (getting more frequent awful days lately).
I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks. I do 99% of everything for my 13 month old baby girl who I adore and keeping on top of housework etc. (husband is great with her but works long hours and not around much).
I'm totally wiped out. I'm on the highest iron prescription they'll give anyone. Basically for anaemia which I haven't got - my body won't store iron this pregnancy. But I'm that exhausted I don't have the energy to run around with my baby to ware her out which results in tantrums both at nap time and bedtime. Over an hour long each today. She's so good and I know it's only due to her picking up on my low energy and being upset.
I'm in tears and I know it's pathetic. I'm so lucky to have my second due so soon but I just feel I'm not coping well right now. Pelvic bone feels like its breaking in two, the softening ligaments ouch, nasty heart burn, no energy, not sleeping, 13 hour days with no break, swollen everywhere, big fat wide pregnancy nose, spotty face, extra chins, the bags under my eyes no makeup can help. I feel huge. I don't feel like myself at all. Feeling overwhelmed by it all. I'm getting frustrated at my baby which I never ever do and it's not her fault. She's a baby for goodness sake. I'm so angry with myself.
The one fear about being pregnant again was that it would effect my precious time with my daughter. It is.
I'm so wanting bump to be here with us and to start feeling normal again. It's going to be exhausting having the two but I'm looking forward to it.
I'm blathering on, not sure why. Think I needed to get it out of my system. A lot of people wouldn't understand and think pregnancy is a breeze. First pregnancy is full of pampering and all delicate with yourself and resting where you can. Second pregnancy flies by putting up with all the horrible symptoms while coping with working (luckily finished) and all that goes along with looking after your other children. No luxuries, no pampering, no breaks, no me time
I'm feeling sorry for myself but when my daughter walks up to me (newly walking )and gives me a big hug and when bump is kicking away I know it's all worth it.
I haven't been able to sleep properly in weeks. I do 99% of everything for my 13 month old baby girl who I adore and keeping on top of housework etc. (husband is great with her but works long hours and not around much).
I'm totally wiped out. I'm on the highest iron prescription they'll give anyone. Basically for anaemia which I haven't got - my body won't store iron this pregnancy. But I'm that exhausted I don't have the energy to run around with my baby to ware her out which results in tantrums both at nap time and bedtime. Over an hour long each today. She's so good and I know it's only due to her picking up on my low energy and being upset.
I'm in tears and I know it's pathetic. I'm so lucky to have my second due so soon but I just feel I'm not coping well right now. Pelvic bone feels like its breaking in two, the softening ligaments ouch, nasty heart burn, no energy, not sleeping, 13 hour days with no break, swollen everywhere, big fat wide pregnancy nose, spotty face, extra chins, the bags under my eyes no makeup can help. I feel huge. I don't feel like myself at all. Feeling overwhelmed by it all. I'm getting frustrated at my baby which I never ever do and it's not her fault. She's a baby for goodness sake. I'm so angry with myself.
The one fear about being pregnant again was that it would effect my precious time with my daughter. It is.
I'm so wanting bump to be here with us and to start feeling normal again. It's going to be exhausting having the two but I'm looking forward to it.
I'm blathering on, not sure why. Think I needed to get it out of my system. A lot of people wouldn't understand and think pregnancy is a breeze. First pregnancy is full of pampering and all delicate with yourself and resting where you can. Second pregnancy flies by putting up with all the horrible symptoms while coping with working (luckily finished) and all that goes along with looking after your other children. No luxuries, no pampering, no breaks, no me time
I'm feeling sorry for myself but when my daughter walks up to me (newly walking )and gives me a big hug and when bump is kicking away I know it's all worth it.