Thus far being pregnant hasn't been all that dreamy.
I FEEL SHIT. And I know I'm being dramatic because I'm only feeling nauseous and tired, I haven't even actually been sick yet. But it's also my complete lack of motivation to do anything but watch Disney films all evening. Sobbing at anything that's remotely sad and generally feeling too sorry for myself to cook and clean or do anything remotely productive.
My poor husband did all the washing up last night and went and got me chips which was very nice. He's being so good, very sympathetic - although he has suggested I'm possibly playing the 'pregnant' card far too early.
What does he know.
I'm going to play that card to the bitter end.
And it is a bitter end, until the baby comes out and then I'm sure it will be lovely. However the, 'getting the baby out bit'. Not so lovely. The only reassurance I have that it's not that bad, is the fact people often have more than one baby. I'm secretly hoping for twins so I get my two out the way. To never have to go through this long ordeal again...
Despite all my moaning I do quite like my symptoms a tiny bit because they mean the baby is probably doing OK and that's the main thing. For all my complaining I want this little blueberry (that's how big it is apparently now) to become a beautiful baby more than anything else in the world. So this will all be worth it in the end.
Wants to be.
I FEEL SHIT. And I know I'm being dramatic because I'm only feeling nauseous and tired, I haven't even actually been sick yet. But it's also my complete lack of motivation to do anything but watch Disney films all evening. Sobbing at anything that's remotely sad and generally feeling too sorry for myself to cook and clean or do anything remotely productive.
My poor husband did all the washing up last night and went and got me chips which was very nice. He's being so good, very sympathetic - although he has suggested I'm possibly playing the 'pregnant' card far too early.
What does he know.
I'm going to play that card to the bitter end.
And it is a bitter end, until the baby comes out and then I'm sure it will be lovely. However the, 'getting the baby out bit'. Not so lovely. The only reassurance I have that it's not that bad, is the fact people often have more than one baby. I'm secretly hoping for twins so I get my two out the way. To never have to go through this long ordeal again...
Despite all my moaning I do quite like my symptoms a tiny bit because they mean the baby is probably doing OK and that's the main thing. For all my complaining I want this little blueberry (that's how big it is apparently now) to become a beautiful baby more than anything else in the world. So this will all be worth it in the end.
Wants to be.