Whine's Day

I love being a mother.  Every birth of every one of my children have been the best days of my life.  And although this is my first planned pregnancy and I have really tried to be positive about pregnancy, this time around, there are some things that still stink.  This is especially true as I roll into the third trimester (What?  I'm 2/3 done all ready?  Yeah.).

First of all, there is something to be said about being pregnant with my fourth child.  It's a whole other ball game.  Jim Gaffigan kind of sums it up like this:

 

Seriously though, when I got my new minivan, my boss told me that no one "needs it" more than I do.  Not deserves it (first brand new car EVER!), but needs it.  Another attorney recently told me that I "really must get around" when she learned it was my fourth.  That was way harsh, Ty.  I mean, I know that four kids is a lot, but it's my choice.  And if I'm happy with it, then you be happy for me.  Or shut up and leave me alone.

In addition to the emotional annoyance of pregnancy, there are the typical physical ailments.  My feet are swollen as all heck--making it really hard to damn near impossible to sport my shoe collection in their entirety.  I have sciatica for the first time ever and it is so painful and debilitating that I have just recently started seeing a chiropractor for it.  I've never had that before.  Varicose veins.   Gross.  My skin is super dry and scaly.  I swear I apply lotion fifteen times a day.

Sleep no longer exists to me.  For one, ever since I found out I was pregnant my body will not allow me to sleep in past about 8 on any given morning.  Even weekends.  In addition to that, the actual sleep is pretty freaking ridiculous in and of itself.  I have crazy dreams all night long.  The bigger I get, the worse my sciatica worsens and the harder it is to actually get comfortable on any given night.  My sinuses and nose have been completely plugged up since about November or October and my lungs are getting more compressed so I can barely breath.

Eating is also an issue.  In the first 14 weeks or so of pregnancy, I was SO overcome with nausea that I could eat only popsicles, fruit and yogurt.  Then that got a little better, but this baby is picky.   For a long time I couldn't eat meat (even though I was doing the vegetarian thing prior to so it wasn't that big of a deal).  I still can't stomach pizza (unless it's barbecue chicken), Mexican food or cooked vegetables.  And now my stomach is so squashed that I can barely eat a fistful of food at t time before I feel so full I think I'm gonna be sick.

Ah, pregnancy.  It's worth it in the end (obvi) and I am extremely blessed and lucky to be able to conceive and carry a baby to term and this very active little one really lights up my life already.  But anyone who tries to tell you that it is all rainbows and unicorns is full of shit.  For real.

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