30 wks and yup standard response 'Yeah not bad' when what I want to say is:
I am bloody BORED.
I am sick of folk touching my tummy. Even when they ask first then I feel like a cow for wanting to say 'No bogger off and stroke your own.'
I would like some sex without feeling like a carton character that has swallowed an acme cannon ball with a 'twinkle' that has all the sex appeal of a badly overgrown privet hedge.
I am sick of greasing up my bump before bed, in my lunch hour and when I get out of the shower and I am sick of the paranoia that the first time I miss a session my first evil stretchie will rear it's vile head.
I am sick of the kicks in the ribs but also sick of worrying that when she's still for a bit something is wrong.
I am sick of people that have only had one child waxing lyrical about the 'best' birth method. How do you know when you've only done it once....???
I am sick of people asking if it's twins!!!
I am sick of farting like a caveman - but do find it funny when they wake me, my fiance and the cat at 3am!
I am sick of the weight gathering round my jowls like Desperate Dan.
I am sick of work folk that are fatter than me thinking it's acceptable to comment on my weight gain in places other than my bump - they wouldn't walk in and say to anyone else and comment on their slightly bigger bottom.
I miss having painted toenails.
I miss red wine
I miss vodka
I hate my veiny boobies
I hate the fact everytime I walk my puppy for longer than 10 minutes I have to squat behind the nearest bush and do one of my 37 wees of the day
I hate the constipation that I fear may be mother nature tring to prepare me for childbirth.....
But despite ALL of these things I love the fact I am going to be Mummy to a little girlie of my own
Did I mention missing vodka??