Hello all fed up pregnant fairies! I'm with you 100%.
31 weeks and counting. Thank goodness I'm in the southern hemisphere so it's winter here. And I've lost nearly 9kg since I've fallen pregnant. I hardly look pregnant. Everyone tells me I must be made for pregnancy.
I'M NOT.
I've been nauseous throughout (thus the weight loss), but the vomiting only started in the 3rd trimester. I constantly feel like I'm on the lookout for the closest toilet. And of course - the indignancy of it all - I need to make sure that either have clean underwear or remove it before I vomit, because the retching makes me pee all over myself. Charming. Nothing to make you feel like a competent employee like pissing yourself.
There is a new boss at work, and I slipped up last week (I was sick, btw), and I got an email addressing me like I wouldn't talk to my 6 year old. I'm furious, of course, but I did make a mistake, so have no leg to stand on, other than appeal to her bloody decency.
Our kids are 3 and 6. Darling germ factories. We have had every single germ in the universe entering our house, and endless coughing, snotty noses, tight chests, etc. Me too- it's been nearly 8 weeks of not being well, and the course of antibiotics I was on made me through up profusely. The kids are wonderful, but they are small, and don't always understand, and they very much demand their pound of their mother's exhausted flesh.
Add to that a stressful year where, during the pregnancy, we moved house, my husband was hijacked, I found out he had an affair last year, and we are looking at renovations to the new house (the big things are not happening now, I can assure you). All these things have taken their toll, and I'm just tired tired tired, dealing with a body that is rebelling and a life that is, like most other lives, not simple.