so i found this blog (somehow) of a chick where she's writing about her pregnancy, and i really enjoyed this bit of post:
"It is not that I am not excited or happy, because I am, just not to the point where I am hyperventilating and all goo goo ga ga over everything BABY. I am also not very worried about miscarriage or infant death or anything of the sort. I am actually quite confident that everything is going to be just fine. I mean, what other way is there to live your life?
The thing is, before I got pregnant I totally pictured myself being BEYOND ELATED during pregnancy, that I would totally feel complete and whole, that I would love and cherish every moment of every day I had this little life inside me. I thought that every moment of every day would feel SPECIAL and EXHILARATING... Well, REALITY CHECK: Your life doesn't really change much AT ALL when you are first pregnant, except it kinda sucks more.
You still have to go to work every day, you still have to do your chores and run your errands. You still have to go to the gym and take the dog to the park. None of the mundane in your life changes because you're pregnant. You don't have a belly, you can't feel the baby, all you feel is nausea and headaches and dizzy and backaches and TIRED AS FOOK!! You can't take any medicine, you can't have a cocktail or a cigarette or goat cheese or sushi. You only poop like once every four days and your tummy hurts all the time. All you want to do is sleep and everything makes you cry, even the comics."
ah.. yep. lol. she forgot to mention a few things though:
1) mood swings of the totally unjustified sort (e.g., last night i nearly lost it because matt was 3 hours late coming home from school and all i could think is that he likes the girl who was showing them what dispatchers do... i woke up literally 10 minutes before he walked in, as if there is some kind of psychic connection telling me when he starts up the truck to come home. ...but in my suspicious defense, i honestly can't imagine the rest of those pre-cops stayed out that late.)
2) the insane dreams; sexual, emotional, narrative, and just generally v i v i d. (reference above: i had a dream that he liked a girl in his class, and now i'm turning it into a hallucinated reality.)
3) clothes that slowly stop fitting in total disregard of the fact that you have no money to go buy new ones yet!
...but it's all worth it in the end, yeah yeah i know. glad i'll be able to say that in 7 MONTHS. for now i just have to suffer like the rest of history's women. *sigh*
"It is not that I am not excited or happy, because I am, just not to the point where I am hyperventilating and all goo goo ga ga over everything BABY. I am also not very worried about miscarriage or infant death or anything of the sort. I am actually quite confident that everything is going to be just fine. I mean, what other way is there to live your life?
The thing is, before I got pregnant I totally pictured myself being BEYOND ELATED during pregnancy, that I would totally feel complete and whole, that I would love and cherish every moment of every day I had this little life inside me. I thought that every moment of every day would feel SPECIAL and EXHILARATING... Well, REALITY CHECK: Your life doesn't really change much AT ALL when you are first pregnant, except it kinda sucks more.
You still have to go to work every day, you still have to do your chores and run your errands. You still have to go to the gym and take the dog to the park. None of the mundane in your life changes because you're pregnant. You don't have a belly, you can't feel the baby, all you feel is nausea and headaches and dizzy and backaches and TIRED AS FOOK!! You can't take any medicine, you can't have a cocktail or a cigarette or goat cheese or sushi. You only poop like once every four days and your tummy hurts all the time. All you want to do is sleep and everything makes you cry, even the comics."
ah.. yep. lol. she forgot to mention a few things though:
1) mood swings of the totally unjustified sort (e.g., last night i nearly lost it because matt was 3 hours late coming home from school and all i could think is that he likes the girl who was showing them what dispatchers do... i woke up literally 10 minutes before he walked in, as if there is some kind of psychic connection telling me when he starts up the truck to come home. ...but in my suspicious defense, i honestly can't imagine the rest of those pre-cops stayed out that late.)
2) the insane dreams; sexual, emotional, narrative, and just generally v i v i d. (reference above: i had a dream that he liked a girl in his class, and now i'm turning it into a hallucinated reality.)
3) clothes that slowly stop fitting in total disregard of the fact that you have no money to go buy new ones yet!
...but it's all worth it in the end, yeah yeah i know. glad i'll be able to say that in 7 MONTHS. for now i just have to suffer like the rest of history's women. *sigh*
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