And I am not talking (yet) about pushing a watermelon out of your whoo-hoo. I am talking about my preggo body wars. The stretching, the tightening, the moving, the kicking, the heartburn, the backache, the eating, THE CONSTANT EATING, and my poor husbands headache from me always saying "just look at me in my fat jacket, JUST LOOK AT ME!". Gee, I sound so superficial don't I? All this focus on me and not on the amazing miracle inside of me. Well I AM FOCUSING ON THE TINY BUNDLE OF JOY - that's all I'm thinking about and how much it is affecting me.
Gosh darn these women who say they love being ripe mother earth, 5 months into it and I feel like a big piece of brown dirt. Who are these freaks who say they have never looked better? Well I'll tell you my ever expanding arse has looked waaay better!!
AND get this, not only do I have to put up with all these aches and pains and ups and downs still for another 4 months (and some counting until baby is 20 years old), but everyday I have to look at my husbands hairiness pregnancy pledge and have to hold back from screaming at him, "MY GOD ERIK WHAT IS GOING ON WITH YOUR HAIR? Is this your ridiculous attempt at being sympathetic towards my preggo body wars!?"
You've gotta love unexpected bursts in hormonal overdrive - don't ya!
Monday, January 7, 2008
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