4 Months of Complaining

Aren't you glad I waited four months to announce this pregnancy? Now instead of complaining to you during that time, you get it all now so you only have to read it once. I know, I'm so nice. I got asked, as pregnant women do, if I was sick more than anything else. I hesitantly responded because I wasn't exactly sure what was meant with the word "sick". Was I throwing up? No. (Well, I did throw up for the first time a few weeks ago and in my second trimester. Who does that?) But I certainly felt a little like dying and a little like I never wanted to be pregnant ever again for three and a half months. However, it wasn't just being pregnant. For those three plus months, I was totally exhausted and felt disgusting. To complicate the situation, I was working about twice as much as normal trying to meet a deadline and Jason was working so much we would see him Sunday night and then wouldn't see him until Thursday night or Friday morning. So on top of feeling sick, exhausted, being at work more than normal and then up late at night more frequently than usual, I also felt like a single mom. All of the budgeting, bills, grocery shopping, cleaning, laundry, parenting, etc., etc., became my responsibility. I didn't know how much longer I could hold up with that type of schedule. But I lived. Obviously.

Now that I'm feeling better and work schedules have returned to normal, life seems much more manageable. Also during my "sick" time, I found out that adequate sleep and not having to wake up and rush out the door (like I did every morning I was pregnant with Clara) really helped with my nausea. I could lay around if I didn't feel good and since Friday is usually the only day I go in early, I'd make sure to get to bed early Thursday night. Of course during my busy spell at work, this wasn't possible, but when it was, I noticed a difference. Up until a few weeks ago, it was really easy to hide my stomach. Now I think it's getting revenge for me squeezing it into skirts and jeans for so long because I can't button hardly anything. Gaining weight makes me feel claustrophobic and I think trying to wear my normal clothes is making it worse. Don't judge if I'm wearing the same shorts every time you see me, I've got a limited wardrobe right now. I'm convinced I gain weight easier when I'm pregnant than most people. I eat pretty healthy, don't eat a whole lot more than normal and somehow I gain weight way faster than I am supposed to. Maybe by baby #3 I'll figure out how to gain weight normally like other pregnant people (see, I already forgot that I felt like dying not too long ago). And now I'm done complaining. Until my feet swell up like elephant feet and I can't get up off the couch.