I'm so happy I'm pregnant, it's just that...
…those early pregnancy symptoms kind of, you know, suck. We thought we'd be dancing through meadows, revelling in the beauty of creation, but instead we're weeping our way through a bag of Revels – wedged into the sofa and farting. This is what Mumsnetters said about the reality of early pregnancy, and it's pretty darn relatable.
I am not glowing
“The pregnancy glow is totally lost on me. So far it's been sickness, spots and extreme exhaustion.”
I'm starting to become very suspicious of the mums who are 'glowing'
“Who are these beautiful, glowing, pregnant mothers? Do they exist? Are they a myth designed to lure us into pregnancy?”
I can't stop puking
“One day I was sick more than 10 times.”
Which sometimes makes me feel like I'm in a horror movie
“I've puked so much I've torn my throat, so now I regularly puke blood. It's just as scary and as gross as it sounds.”
I can't get to sleep
“I'm starting to get really irritated with feeling uncomfortable when trying to get to sleep. It's nothing I can put my finger on, more just that my body feels different.”
Psst, if you're also struggling to sleep this might help.
And when I do sleep…
“One of last night's dreams was just ridiculous. I was hoovering outside, and I went over a dog poo. It got sucked into the hoover and I spent the rest of the dream panicking about how I'd get it clean.”
The emotions are off the chart
“I have cried over so many stupid things. Or I'm insanely angry over nothing at all.” On that note…
Flavours give me the rage
“I only like fizzy drinks and nothing with any flavours. Flavours actually make me full of rage. I'm not sure how much longer I can keep quiet about it at work.”
Cherry tomatoes give me the rage
“I had a tantrum at the weekend because my mum served cherry tomatoes whole and I couldn't cut one on my plate.”
Curry gives me the rage
“My husband made a curry last week and I flew into a rage. 'Bleurgh! Yuck! Disgusting CURRY? I want a chicken pot noodle.' Poor bloke.”
EVERYTHING gives me the rage
“My poor husband only has to breathe near me and it pisses me off.”
Everything's so smelly
“I had to hide in the bedroom for hours when my partner made a Thai green curry, deep breathing with my head in a bucket.”
“I knew that my husband was watching football with a beer because I could smell it from the driveway.”
“I can go for days on end without having the energy to shower.”
My boobs have a mind of their own
“My (sweaty) boobs are now a weird pointy shape.”
I can't stop burping
“Oh, the burping. I burp all day every day.”
And I feel like I'm dressed for the circus
“My maternity trousers are held up with braces.”
“I'm walking around in what must look like clown trousers.”
But will it be worth it?
Yep – and, as the OP puts it, “I think we're all doing bloody great.”