I am not one of those women who loves being pregnant. I don't "glow" or "shine". I don't look healthy and radiant or glory in being a woman in the midst of creating life. I've never understood those women who claim to love being pregnant. What's to love about getting fat and throwing up and feeling like my chest is on fire?
The truth is, I hate being pregnant. I'm nauseous all the time. I get dizzy if I stand up too quickly. I wake up at least 5 times a night with heartburn, or leg cramps, or the violent, desperate urge to pee. My nails are brittle and flaky. My hair is lanky and gross. My hands, face and feet are bloated and swollen. My boobs are huge and sore. So is my stomach.
And I'm only 5 months along. I have another 4 full months to go. Jeebus.
Don't get me wrong, I know in the end it will all be worth it. But the getting there? Yeah, that shit effing sucks.
/whine
In other, better, news, MM and I had our 20wk ultrasound on Tuesday. We also got the results of the state testing and the doctor did a double check via ultrasound. Everything turned out really well. Last time, with Baby Peanut, our state testing came back that we were 1 in 18 for down syndrome. This time we were 1 in 8,600. The doctor confirmed that all looks great. The baby is growing normally and looks good. *huge sigh of relief*
We asked the tech to check the gender but seal the results in an envelope. She thought the idea was cute. The baker looked at us funny when we told her she'd be the only one to know what the sex is, but she thought the idea was cute, too. We're having the party on Saturday.
Oddly enough, I was the one who was anxious to find out the sex. I even got a little annoyed at MM for not letting me peek. Talk about a role reversal. But in the end I agreed to wait until Saturday, so I will. I still don't care one way or the other what we have, but I keep saying it's going to be a girl to annoy MM. Don't tell him, but last night I had a dream that we cut into the cake and it was blue.
TG and LM are with their dad. TG will be gone until July 31. LM will be coming home on July 16, but he leaves the 17th for boy scout camp until the 24th. I'm bummed that they won't be here for the party, but I promised to call them when we get ready to cut open the cake so they can find out when we do.
Our friends and family are having a grand time throwing out the term "Sex Party" and debating over whether it will be a girl or a boy. Who knew this would be so fun?
Anyway, the whole purpose of this post was so I could whine. Since I've accomplished that - and then some - I guess I can sign off now.
Tell me what's good in your world.
2 comments:
You poor thing. I'm sorry you don't like being pregnant and that you have to go through all of that. You're right - in the end it will all be worth it! :) Hang in there.
Yippee Ki yay on the state test results! woohoo!
I can't wait to find out what it is your having! :)
Loved the idea of a "sex" party -- in my day -- and I know that was way, way back in the Dark Ages, we never knew the sex until birth. When Tracy's sister was born, the doctor "playfully" held up the baby with the back facing me and said: "Guess." I merely said: "If it's a boy, put it back." (You had to have known Tracy's brother then to really understand my request." He then told me it was a girl. That's why there was always a run on baby clothes that were either green or yellow. All the blue and pink stuff was purchased AFTER the birth. Still, I am delighted that the odds are so good and yes, I absolutely agree--pregnancy is one hell of a way to bring life into the world. I have always maintained that if just one man could get pregnant and experience the "joys" of that stage of motherhood, birth control would have been moved forward far faster than it way!! Keep on keeping on, kiddo . . . every day is one less.
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