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PubMissus
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Firstly, I just want to be clear, that despite all the moaning and upset that I'm about to follow with, I am extremely grateful and happy to be expecting. It's just right now, everything feels a bit rubbish.
I'm 25 weeks and I just feel awful.
Physically I'm still feeling nauseous all the time and vomiting at least twice a day (although in the last few days it's been way higher). I can't enjoy any food or drinks, because if they don't make me sick then they will give me really painful heartburn.
Sleep is coming really hard, with the waking up to vomit or pee, combined with my mind spinning and my husband snoring, it just isn't happening that much. I'm really lucky if I get 3 hours. I am shattered.
We live in and work in a pub, which is great, of all the jobs I've had (having worked in television and marketing in previous roles) this is one I have enjoyed the most. It was my husbands career, that I joined him in when we decided to get married.
But of course being in this position just means that everyone has to comment on everything, our locals telling me how I should live my life, how I will feel and what I will do.
My friends aren't interested in me anymore, because I can't go out, and my main friendship group was boys, it always has been. Mine and DH's mutual friends are no longer interested in me, and only wanna see DH.
I am so jealous of him because he still gets to be himself and I'm here not even knowing who I am anymore. He doesn't get it, and he never will, that doesn't make him a bad person, it's just they'll never really understand. Partners get the whole pregnancy to adjust, we have to give ourselves up in a single moment.
I just don't know what to do with myself at the moment, I feel so low and unwell all the time, and just really alone in it all. When I try to talk about how I feel it just gets brushed away, or I'm told I'm an idiot or something.. I'm not the best at expressing myself either.
I guess it's also like a limbo period. The finish line is so far away, and the excitement of finding out is so far behind you... I'm no longer interested in buying baby grows or sorting out the baby's room. I'm just full of worry and upset.
Don't get me wrong, I am very much looking forward to her arrival, but the road there just looks so gloomy and horrible.
Meh!
I'm 25 weeks and I just feel awful.
Physically I'm still feeling nauseous all the time and vomiting at least twice a day (although in the last few days it's been way higher). I can't enjoy any food or drinks, because if they don't make me sick then they will give me really painful heartburn.
Sleep is coming really hard, with the waking up to vomit or pee, combined with my mind spinning and my husband snoring, it just isn't happening that much. I'm really lucky if I get 3 hours. I am shattered.
We live in and work in a pub, which is great, of all the jobs I've had (having worked in television and marketing in previous roles) this is one I have enjoyed the most. It was my husbands career, that I joined him in when we decided to get married.
But of course being in this position just means that everyone has to comment on everything, our locals telling me how I should live my life, how I will feel and what I will do.
My friends aren't interested in me anymore, because I can't go out, and my main friendship group was boys, it always has been. Mine and DH's mutual friends are no longer interested in me, and only wanna see DH.
I am so jealous of him because he still gets to be himself and I'm here not even knowing who I am anymore. He doesn't get it, and he never will, that doesn't make him a bad person, it's just they'll never really understand. Partners get the whole pregnancy to adjust, we have to give ourselves up in a single moment.
I just don't know what to do with myself at the moment, I feel so low and unwell all the time, and just really alone in it all. When I try to talk about how I feel it just gets brushed away, or I'm told I'm an idiot or something.. I'm not the best at expressing myself either.
I guess it's also like a limbo period. The finish line is so far away, and the excitement of finding out is so far behind you... I'm no longer interested in buying baby grows or sorting out the baby's room. I'm just full of worry and upset.
Don't get me wrong, I am very much looking forward to her arrival, but the road there just looks so gloomy and horrible.
Meh!