Just needed a rant
have had a superb pregnancy to date not even a hint of sickness etc, but oh my gosh am I paying the price now.
As i sit here at nearly 5am with rasberry leaf tea and choccie biscuit feel the need to have a good bloody moan about the last bit of the last tri mester.
Obsessive food cravings in particular Olives the ones that really do it being a sainsburys special selection spanish green olives marinated in garlic lemon and piquant peppers (mmm) I actually dream of these things and make special trips to the super market and open the jar in the car park, like some crazy olive junkie. However they give me such bad heart burn that they are followed by a number of rennies chucked in all at a time for that satisfying chalky crunch that I so desire.
baby is headbutting my womb as if she has got smells like teen spirit on her baby i pod and she is moshing like a good un, if this wasnt my 3rd baby i would have been up the mat ward many a time as she feels like she is busting out.
having a show and nothing ever coming of it, was shopping a few weeks ago and felt like waters had gone was ecstatic as it was the end of Aug and i thought yes she can go to school early (DD is a sept baby and is so ready for school but has another yr to go) Kids were away at mums I thought perfect timing, however baby was resloute in her postition to remain in the womb.
Hormomes getting the better of me have turned into someone who gives strangers a good telling off, like the poor guy who had the cheek to tut at me cos i cold not move kids and buggy out of the way fast enough for him to get into the next aisle at the check out, blimey did i give him some grief. Also DP has had it aswell was having a serious rel crisis few weeks ago, mind you he has been shitty to me too.
Needing a mechainical hoist just to turn over in bed.
getting sick of people saying havent you had that baby yet- enough said.
only having a selection of about three outfits to wear, as even some of the mat clothes I bought have long since abandoned my massive belly. Was hardly putting on any weight but have piled it on over last few weeks my ass is the size of Brazil and can see it in people as they try to avoid eye contact with my rear end but they are strangely drawn to its sheer size and bulk
and lastly going for a mesurement in marksies for a mat bra and the sales assistant being horrified at my moll flanders look she told me that underwired padded sexy bras are not the thing to wear and said it would be a good idea there and then to wear the sensible white soft cotton nursing bra for my mammoth breasts, so any last area of femmininity is gone for the next few months, when babs is born and I turn into the mummy milk machine. Oh and desperate for a bikini wax (wonder if they will do one on a heavily pregnant woman)
Cheers for that space to rant. Its all in jest really cos I know when I have that lovely little baby in my arms and she is safe and well and has that look in her eyes like I am the only one that exists in the whole world, she has been worth all of this and then some .