Looking at the entirety of my pregnancy, I feel that I have been happy for most of it. At least 75-80% when you add in things like mood swings, and throwing up, and my first insulin shot... But really- things have been wonderful. I have never felt more womanly, sexy, cherished, or special in my entire life (especially with Damon). I have to look at my body in a very different way now. Years past, I have despised it, hated it, talked bad about it- But, if my body can grow a little human being- all of those nasty things I told myself must be untrue.
However- going about my daily routine becomes increasingly difficult. I am having occasional dizzy spells (not severe, just moments of "what the hell"), walking for long periods of time (say grocery shopping) is not pretty. I waddle, Damon refuses to tell me if I am really waddling, but I am willing to guess there is a reason he will not answer. I have to go to the bathroom A LOT, and I am more tired than I expected I would be at this point.
Honestly- this stuff is not so bad. I can deal with it- when I am at home...
When I am at work, I am a complete sour-puss. I don't want to look at anybody, talk to anybody, or help anybody. Every time my boss comes up to have me work on something for him, I have to forcibly remove the grimace from my face and do my best not to spew acid from my eyes.
I still like the people I work with. My job is not terribly difficult, either (though it has its moments). I just absolutely HATE coming in here and working. I want to be home. I want to be cleaning, napping, snuggling with the kitties and watching food network or reading about my baby's development. I sure as hell don't want to be here, and I most certainly don't want to be WORKING when I am here.
Next time I get pregnant, I want to be independently wealthy.
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I can't believe it's just a week away... It just doesn't seem like it's been that long... at least not from my perspective.
I predict you are going to have your baby on Sunday... Which is Earth day. =)
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