Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label pregnancy. Show all posts

5.25.2009

Lazy Sack of Bones

Who thought being pregnant would make you too lazy to do even something as simple as blog?! I am so exhausted lately the mere thought of firing the laptop up makes me wanna take a nap.

To my handful of followers, I'm sorry for the neglect. I suck. And I admit it. But I'll try to be better. I pinkie swear!

5.04.2009

Woe Is Me

There are some things "they" keep secret from you before getting pregnant. "They" are friends, family members, and doctors that don't want to scare you into celebacy.

Because if I would have known BEFOREHAND the secret woes that come with pregnancy, I may have reconsidered adoption a little harder.

Things like...

Stretch marks (hey, J.Lo and Posh Spice doesn't have any, so I figured I could get that lucky too)

Hemorroids

Engorged nether regions

Painful ta-ta's

Loss of bladder control

Heartburn. Not just slight heartburn. I'm talking dragon-breathing-fire-heartburn.

Leaking breasts

Huge nipples

Absolute loss of brain power

Hair growing in places you never knew it could

...and I'm sure there's more but my heartburn is kicking and I can't remember anything else right now...

4.29.2009

The Good, the Bad, and the Beautiful

Today was a hell of a day...

So far I've been very lucky throughout my pregnancy. Other than some nasty morning sickness that lasted a whopping 18 weeks, I've felt fantastic. Well, all poop hit the fan today!

I had contractions all morning, which were so strong that I couldn't stand up straight. I also had heartburn, nauseau, and a baby that was kicking in the womb so hard I had shooting pains in my various regions. To make matters worse, my body also decided to get a sinus infection. My right ear, cheek, and neck hurt so bad it feels like I've been sucker punched.

Sucks, right? I should be pissy and moaning and whallowing in self pity. But with that crap came some of the funniest moments as well today.

Like my hubby being kind enough to plant flowers in the garden that would die by the time I got around to them. Hubby's not a little man, so a gentle, tender touch typically needed with plants wouldn't necessarily be his forte. But he was talking to them, saying things like "here ya go babe, you're home now" or when he was massaging the roots free, he said "tickle, tickle, tickle". I literally laughed out loud!

Or my son, watching out the window with squinted eyes for almost 2 hours while Daddy mowed the lawn. He stared at his Daddy with wild fascination and awe. It was awesome, albeit it was when he *should* have been napping!

And the best part? Hubby totally pampered me, took care of our little man, and did not only the lawnwork but household chores. Little man was also wonderful, going the entire afternoon meltdown-free (which any parent to a toddler knows this is an AMAZING fete!)

In closing, while I could dwell on my woes, I am deciding to look at my wonderful boys and reflect on today as a good day. Although as I type this, my Braxton Hicks are kicking back up again so I can only hope sleep and a reprieve from this madness will be in my near future...