I don't really enjoy being pregnant.
I feel bad saying that. I envy women who are glowing and rubbing their bellies and staring serenely into the future of motherhood.
Me? I feel sick. I feel tired. Then I feel sick some more.
With Peanut, I was sick almost every day for seven months. It got to the point that I would be sick in the middle of a meal then come back and finish eating. Gross, I know.
This time around I'm not nearly as sick thankfully but sick nonetheless. If I don't get enough sleep, I can count on the following day being ill.
I'm also Tired. Like turn on Sesame Street for Peanut so I can "rest" tired.
And the hormones? Saturday I couldn't stop crying. Granted I was upset about the death of a co-worker and not being able to see Hillary but I was just randomly crying all day. At a birthday party? Crying. Making dinner? Crying. Sitting on the couch? Crying.
The husband gave me a wide berth most of the day until he finally looked at me in the evening and said "You are a hot mess." That's when I started laughing and crying at the same time.
Luckily I felt much better the next day and haven't had any more crying fits since.
I like the initial finding out and telling everyone that I'm pregnant. I like feeling the baby kick and move around (when I'm not trying to sleep). I like having the little sweet smelling baby after. The rest of it? Eh.
How did you feel about being pregnant?