I know, I know that is not the most positive way to start out a blog entry...but after getting less than 2 hours collectively of sleep last night I'm grasping for whatever tidbits of positivity I can to make myself feel better. 'Cause today I'm bloody shot, as they say. I've always prided myself on being someone who not only sees the glass half full, but appreciates that it is glass and not some crappy plastic cup from a bar that's contaminated with BPA. But it's taking A LOT to keep my chin up right now.
I have already called my mother crying a) because she gets it and she's only 1 hour behind me in Texas b) because my husband CJ is 3 hours behind me in California right now and most likely still asleep. But not to worry I've got enough tears stored up so I can cry to him later when he's fully awake and can appreciate my misery without being groggy. (Um, where's the fun in bitching to someone who's half-asleep?)
I think what annoys me most is that just a few days ago I was bragging to anyone who would listen about great I was doing. I truly was on this incredible feel good streak. I was almost high. I kept thinking, "this pregnancy thing isn't so bad." I was taking on the NYC subway stairs like a champ, running around town performing, having brunch and going to weddings just outside of the City in New Jersey with no pain or swollen extremities. Now just 72 hours later that seems like a distant memory. What really doesn't help is that it's hot, overcast and there's about 95% humidity. Hello?! When the heck did NYC become New Orleans?
What really is scaring the hell out of me right now are my friends- and I use that word loosely- who now are like, "Well you think it sucks now, just wait until the 9th month. You're really going to be miserable." Well, fan-f*cking-tastic! Thanks ladies!
I guess all I can do is do what I do best, try not to wallow in it, remember that this is a temporary state and that the outcome will be SO worth it, and of course I must find the humor in it! That right there is the key to life, right? And it could be worse, I could have hemorrhoids! But I don't so I'm going to count my blessings and be grateful that at least I can still sit and poop like a regular person.
*Just an FYI DO NOT Google hemorrhoid images. It is NOT a pretty picture!
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Ah, Hemorrhoids. THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE. Yes, do count that as a blessing. I got them and trust me, i hate them. Hate them with a major loathing. Evil things.
ReplyDeleteAgreed! Count your blessings on that one! I'll be 34 weeks tomorrow and with all the pressure that is building up in my nether regions I'm sure that the fun is just beginning. I'm quite an open book and am not ashamed to share every little detail about my pregnancy experience with anyone that is interested in listening. The "butt turtle" is absolutely one of those fun little pregnancy experiences that I would much rather be completely ignorant about! (yes, I just call my hemorrhoids butt turtles)
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Hello Karith,
ReplyDeleteI feel for you girl. I'm 820 weeks pregnant (I'll spare you the math -first baby is now 15 years old) and believe me - it gets better - you will love the third trimester when you have so much energy you start cleaning out the pantry for fun.
Love the blog. I'll keep my fingers crossed that you don't get those damn hemorrhoids - nobody deserves that!
-Buffi
www.imbuffi.com
Hah! I love all of you for sharing and making me laugh! Butt turtles! Hysterical and Buffi I'm right behind you at 806 weeks pregnant. Y'all made my day!
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