I hate being pregnant. There. I've said it. I flipping hate it. I hate that i'm tired so quickly, I hate that I waddle (apparently have been doing so for some time) I hate that people feel the need to ask me seriously if i'm having twins. FFS! I've got a short torso, where the fuck to you think the baby is going to go?
I'm sick of feeling like a house. A mansion rather. And looking like one too. I'm sick of not being able to comfortably carry my toddler anymore because my bump is in the way.
I'm sick of having to be uber organised for Christmas in case the baby comes yet not even have a cot.
I'm sick of worrying about money and how we'll cope when i'm on Mat leave, even though I know we'll be fine because you cut your cloth accordingly.
I am just fed up. I'm only 30+3 weeks pregnant so I know this'll get worse. I'm measuring between 2 and 3 weeks ahead on my dates which ended up being accurate with DS. I was 1 week ahead with him and he came 1 week early. I'm so done it's unreal.
I have thought all along the baby would be early, now if it isn't and i'm late I know i'll actually howl.
self indulgent rant over with now