Ugh. Pregnancy. That’s all I have to say. I have always wanted multiple children, but going through this has almost made me rethink that. It is hands down the best and worst experience I have ever gone through.
The positives are all of a couple of things. Getting to feel movement like there is a little parasite inside you (because let’s be real, there is!) is the sweetest thing. Also, all the Dr. visits are pretty fun snd interesting, with the plus that I get to hear her little heartbeat every week now.
Not to be negative, but there are so many downsides to my pregnancy that I can’t even remember them all. Waddling like a penguin was definitely the first. That started before I was even showing, weird. Nausea and vomiting were a constant the first few months, oh god, never again. Then came the second trimester, and I thought oh this isn’t so bad! It was a little blessing in disguise. Working was fine, nausea went away, we learned the gender, we started working on her nursery. It was all fun and games! Then the third trimester hit me like a train. It’s sleepless nights, constant heartburn, working my ass off just to get out of a chair, always peeing, fatigue, I’m basically a swollen mess, finding clothes to wear is just pointless, etc etc etc. Working has become the hardest part about my days, I’m always the one on the struggle bus. Ugh.
Look, I’m not here to advise anyone against pregnancy. It really is different for each and every person and probably with every baby you have. Actually I’m just trying to make myself feel better. I know that all this is totally worth it. Although these past 8 months have flown by, I know that the next month, unfortunately, is going to drag. I just thank my lucky stars for my wonderful boyfriend and our families. Not to mention, I’m so lucky to have this little miracle growing inside me. It is really crazy growing a human being. I love her so much and can’t wait to meet her!
I was reading a blog today about a woman that is 36 weeks pregnant, she said she is most excited about the hospital stay. God, is she right. So am I now! I cannot wait for that little bit of a break, having people take care of me, getting to hold and smell and see my beautiful child, maybe getting a little sleep until we come home. See, this did make me feel better. It really is all worth it.
Only 32 more days!
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