I find it interesting that Randy kicks this blog off by saying we are excited about sharing all the "fun" we have left with our last four months of pregnancy. Say what?!? There has been nothing fun about my first 23 weeks of pregnancy, and I know it is only going to get worse (people remind me of this almost every day). Of course, Randy is having fun decorating the nursery and buying baby things while I get to turn into Fatty McButter pants.
I am just going to come right out and say it ... I hate being pregnant. Judge me if you must, but you wouldn't find it much fun either if you were dealing with daily bouts of barfing, constant heartburn, sausage fingers, feeling like you have to pee even if you just went, and trying to pass Stonehenge ... that's if you are actually lucky enough to poop at all. And folks I am not glowing, it's my greasy face filling up with the same fun pimples and blackheads I had as a teenager.
Essentially every day since Lydia was conceived the first week of June, it has been as if an alien has taken over my body. I really wish the Delivery Stork existed and he would drop her off at our door step at the end of February. Right now, she weighs 1 pound 4 ounces but she might as well be a 10-pound bowling ball because that is what she feels like when I try to roll out of bed in the morning.
Speaking of bedtime, people tell Randy and me all the time to enjoy our sleep now because when Lydia is here, we won't get much of any. Oh contraire mon fraire, I am not getting much sleep at all right now, having to pee every couple of hours as well as constantly tossing and turning because my butt cheeks and legs hurt because I can only sleep on my sides.
This is me at Boston Harbor on October 21 (at 21 weeks).
The other joys I have found with pregnancy is that some people aren't the most sensitive when it comes to making comments about my changing body. I realize they don't mean to hurt my feelings, but do they think I don't realize my belly and boobs are getting bigger? After all, I am reminded of this everyday when I try to bend over to tie my shoes, as well as when I put on my boulder holder and my bigger left boob spills out of the side of my bra while the right one fits perfectly in the cup (someone really needs to invent a bra for people with different cup sizes). It also doesn't help when your husband tells you it finally looks like you are starting to get a butt. And those of you who think I look bigger than what month I am in, I am on track as far as weight gain goes, having only gained about 11 pounds when the average is 12 to 15.
I must say there have been those beautiful people who say I still look tiny given what month I am in and that from behind, I don't look pregnant at all. And I am proud to say I can fit into an extra small pair of maternity jeans.
Don't get me wrong ... while I am complaining now, I am excited for the day Lydia is finally here and I can feel that unexplainable rush of love that everyone says makes you forget about the trials and tribulations of pregnancy. I will also be very excited to have my body back. Yes people I know my body will never be the same, but I just look forward to the day when taking a shower and brushing my teeth doesn't leave me praying to the porcelain god.