Being pregnant is just not what I'm good at

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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.

You're not alone, as you know! I'm 38+5 with dc2.

However, longing for trips that don't require planning & drinking wine in the sunshine is unrlealistic I'm afraid :(

Yoh WILL stop being pregnant, but guess what? You'll have a needy, demanding baby. I'm not being horrible, just realistic. It will happen again, eventually, but it will be years & years I'm afraid.

I have hated every minute of this pregnancy (and I didn't enjoy the first much either). From the moment the lines appeared on the stick, I have been exhausted. Properly exhausted.

Backache, hip ache, recurrent thrush, headaches, constant colds, nosebleeds, dry itchy skin. Absolutely huge bump as I have developed polyhydramis and now so huge I can barely do anything at all. Thank goodness the baby is being delivered early as I am basically disabled. Last night, I realised I had piles, which seemed like the final indignity and I cried for hours.

I think this pregnancy has wrecked my body (so stretched I can't see my stomach ever fitting back in an 8, despite the rest of me not really changing), wrecked my health, and wrecked what was left of my career - not firing on all cylinders since September, finally signed off due to the polyhydramios from 33 weeks (which did not go down well, especially when my boss realised I would have to be on full sick pay til 36 weeks and she couldn't force me to strart ML).

I am never, never doing this again. Fortunately DH agrees and was talking about the snip last night.

So glad I found this thread. I have always felt bad for feeling the things you ladies describe. I wont go into my own woes, they are much the same as you have all described. I am having my baby tomorrow, have never looked forward to an operation so much! Am just so happy its the last day I will be pregnant, I have 2 DCs already and this is the last. The worst bits have been all the colds/sinusitis/conjunctivitis, not being able to walk due to pgp, and the lack of wine in the evening. The only plus points are that I usually have terrible skin and that clears up beautifully in pregnancy, and nice thick hair.
I also feel very self conscious about being pg... I am quite introverted and having to discuss fairly intimate details about my body is quite difficult.

Having a newborn is far preferable to being pregnant IMO.

I liken it to running the london marathon, the first bit it hard because you have such a long way to go, you feel slightly better in the middle (20 weeks/20km) then you hit the wall at sbout 26-32 weeks/km, and then you struggle on to the end, alternating between thoughts that you cant do it and knowing you just have to, there are good bits and bad bits along this part of the race. Somewhere near to 37 weeks I started crawling up victoria embankment. Right now I'm righht at the finish line, I can see the clock and the medals!

Only thing is, I'd rather be running the marathon. Having said that I'd rather have a baby than a medal.

Good luck everyone, you will get there in the end!

I've always maintained that i wilt in pregnancy rather than bloom! 2nd pregnancy was easier (a bit).