On the 17th I am officially "full term" and baby could be born. This might put a damper on my Black Friday shopping plans, but being as how I've already spent $3,700 this week (and it's only Tuesday!), I doubt I will have much $$ to play with...
OK...I just wrote about numerous paragraphs in cathartic expression, and then deleted them because I don't want to hurt anybody I wrote about, in the unlikely event that somebody stumbles across this blog (hey, things happen). The anybodies I wrote about were my parents :) enough said.
So....Full term. Don't have everything I need (I need replacement pieces for my breast pump, a new boppy cover, warm, transport "outside" clothes for junior)....Also, a name for him (God help this child)...I need to figure out a plan for losing my baby weight, because I need a slammin' body post baby (baby made me fat, let's put it that way. I hate people telling me that I look great or that I am "all baby" when I can't even pull pre preggo jeans over my thighs...and can only wear two of my bras, which both squish out superfluous fat from the arm/breast area. Chubby girls know that I am talking about, and as I am currently a chubby girl, this is deemed unacceptable. I hate it. Weight, you are to be blasted away, immediately. I will not tolerate your insulation. You absolutely suck.
Maybe it's just being pregnant that has me bummed.
I am a miserable pregnant woman. Seriously. I absolutely love the baby inside and that God has enabled me to carry this little one, but I HATE Being pregnant. There is hardly benefit to it. I care not about the stupid closer parking spaces to buildings (why not slap a sign on my back saying "disabled"), and I hate that people "baby" me and don't let me do things at work that I could otherwise do if I were not pregnant. Not to mention I hate the weight gain (I was almost back at pre preggo size before baby number two came into existence), I hate the stretch marks, I hate that I know my belly is going to feel like a floppy mess for weeks after I squeeze out little junior, and that if they give me another episiotomy, I am going to have to deal with painful stitches, not to mention constantly bleeding down there and not being able to have sex for weeks after labor. I have my baby as my consolation prize, and yes, he IS worth it, but my point here is that I am just a miserable mess. I didn't even mention the heartburn, the morning sickness, the peeing, the not sleeping comfortably at night...The fact that now I can't even bend over or shave my legs....
See? Miserable pregnant lady. I would say that "I hate it" except I can't say that. I love my babies. The process to bring them into existence has to be one of the outer circles of hell, but the babies are worth it. And once I have this one and do not get pregnant for a few more years, I'll be singing a different tune. Right now the only "glowing" I do comes off more as I'm "radioactive" vs "beaming, happy pregnant lady."
Tired of being fat and tired...
OK...I just wrote about numerous paragraphs in cathartic expression, and then deleted them because I don't want to hurt anybody I wrote about, in the unlikely event that somebody stumbles across this blog (hey, things happen). The anybodies I wrote about were my parents :) enough said.
So....Full term. Don't have everything I need (I need replacement pieces for my breast pump, a new boppy cover, warm, transport "outside" clothes for junior)....Also, a name for him (God help this child)...I need to figure out a plan for losing my baby weight, because I need a slammin' body post baby (baby made me fat, let's put it that way. I hate people telling me that I look great or that I am "all baby" when I can't even pull pre preggo jeans over my thighs...and can only wear two of my bras, which both squish out superfluous fat from the arm/breast area. Chubby girls know that I am talking about, and as I am currently a chubby girl, this is deemed unacceptable. I hate it. Weight, you are to be blasted away, immediately. I will not tolerate your insulation. You absolutely suck.
Maybe it's just being pregnant that has me bummed.
I am a miserable pregnant woman. Seriously. I absolutely love the baby inside and that God has enabled me to carry this little one, but I HATE Being pregnant. There is hardly benefit to it. I care not about the stupid closer parking spaces to buildings (why not slap a sign on my back saying "disabled"), and I hate that people "baby" me and don't let me do things at work that I could otherwise do if I were not pregnant. Not to mention I hate the weight gain (I was almost back at pre preggo size before baby number two came into existence), I hate the stretch marks, I hate that I know my belly is going to feel like a floppy mess for weeks after I squeeze out little junior, and that if they give me another episiotomy, I am going to have to deal with painful stitches, not to mention constantly bleeding down there and not being able to have sex for weeks after labor. I have my baby as my consolation prize, and yes, he IS worth it, but my point here is that I am just a miserable mess. I didn't even mention the heartburn, the morning sickness, the peeing, the not sleeping comfortably at night...The fact that now I can't even bend over or shave my legs....
See? Miserable pregnant lady. I would say that "I hate it" except I can't say that. I love my babies. The process to bring them into existence has to be one of the outer circles of hell, but the babies are worth it. And once I have this one and do not get pregnant for a few more years, I'll be singing a different tune. Right now the only "glowing" I do comes off more as I'm "radioactive" vs "beaming, happy pregnant lady."
Tired of being fat and tired...
...and yes, this post is full of spelling and grammar mistakes that could have otherwise been avoided, and I apologize for this. Remember, I wrote a very long, ranting post before deletion and replaced it with a rant about myself. This whole process took two hours, and I am even more tired and need to go to bed. AHHH.....
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