Morning all,
Feeling like shit here
. The nausea and tiredness hit me like a ten ton truck on Friday, and I'm wondering how on earth I'm going to get through the next six weeks the rest of the day.
Right, confession time. I hate being pregnant. Hate it hate it hate it. Particularly the first three months, but not too thrilled about the rest. And I know that sounds really disingenuous, but I hate feeling so ill for so long and I don't even have hyperemesis so I'm being really pathetic. I hate that i have to pee every hour. I hate that I can't eat and drink what I want too (what is it about not being allowed something. I hate goats cheese, yet I'm craving it just because I can't have it!!!). I hate the deceit of not being able to tell people, particularly your close colleagues. I hate the fact that I'm already 5lbs heavier than I was, when I've worked soooooo hard to get back to wedding weight. And most of all, I hate the fact that I've been pregnant for six months in the past year and still don't even have a bump to show for it.
Rant over. Obviously, I am delighted to be pregnant - its just a bit difficult at times.
Going to make my booking in appt. Really hoping I'm not jinxing things. Should I be wearing lucky socks for the next seven weeks, just in case?
[Oh yes, and I actually support the smoking test. Because frankly, if you smoke when pregnant you're a fucking idiot and if you don't, why would you mind if you get tested? In the same way that they weigh and measure you, and don't take your word for it. I'm not insulted!!]