10 weeks in, probably another 6 weeks of 1st trimester gloominess if last pg was anything to go by, and I am FED UP. I don't post here that often so I'm sorry to let it out on you all, but I SO need to get it off my chest. Feel free to ignore.
I am so bloody fed up of feeling like I have a cracking hangover the whole time. The tiredness is crippling and the nausea is exhausting and depressing. In addition to the dodgy stomach and the headache. I'm fed up of feeling so stupidly hormonal and crying at everything from news to comedies to walking hard into a cupboard door for the second time in as many days. What is with that? I'm fed up of my husband not having the faintest clue or much of an interest in what it's like (he's notoriously unsympathetic and I'm sick of that too). I'm fed up of being approached for sex (and feeling guilty for not being even vaguely interested) when actually all I can do in the evening is try not to fall asleep immediately after I've put DS to bed and sit very still so as not to be sick. I'm fed up of not enjoying DS quite as much because it is impossibly hard work caring for a toddler when all you really want to do is hibernate. I'm fed up of being freezing all of the time and looking like a dumpling and not being able to drink wine. Speaking of which, I'd forgotten how pissed off I got last time when my whole life is turned upside down, whereas DH gets all the benefits of having children but his life ticks along as normal. That's kicking in again already. I'm worried about how things will work out with my job (self-employed) and not getting any money in for a while and trying to fit in everything I need to do before mat leave. I'm terrified about the birth.
But mostly my hormones have gone mad and I'm in a f*ing awful mood.
And breathe.