I'm hoping there are more of you who feel like me out there - comfort in numbers I guess!
I'll start by saying this is our first baby, very much planned, wanted and excited about. Without being ungrateful.....I'm just not very good at being pregnant.
I despair at the growing size of my arse - it's going to need it's own postcode, my thighs now have celulite, my boobs resemble a pair of bouncing balloons and everything else just wobbles....
I'm still throwing up at 18 weeks despite the tablets, I'm knackered and I'm grumpy. In fact grumpy doesn't cover it - i'm being downright intollerant, impatient and rather unloving to my DH.
I loooonnnggg for my lovely trim size 10 figure. I long for my sessions on the cross trainer. I long for nicely fitted dresses that displayed a trim backside. I long for a lovely cold glass of wine on the sidewalks of our local with the sun on the pavement and the feeling of not knowing where the day will take you...(i.e. not on the sofa grunting and no desire to move except to fight over the remote). I long for random social outings that don't require planning and execution over my nausea, eating, or tiredness. I long for control over my body, emotions, hormones, and life again!
Who are you women who sail through pregnancy with a smile, hop, skip and barely there bump? My Nemisis....You and the laughing skinny bitch models with fake bumps in maternity magazines.
Rant over.