First of all, I hate being pregnant. I hated it last time, and I hate it this time, but it's the only way to have a baby (which I don't hate at all), so I put up with it. I honestly prefer the exhaustion and baby-vomit to pregnancy.
And right now I have a stinking cold. So does DP and DS (aged 2). And I'm 28 and a bit weeks pregnant, so my normal coping method of dosing myself up to the hilt with throat sweets and various other chemical remedies is out of the window.
I also have PGP/SPD/whatever it's being called this week.
So I'm sitting here, and my head feels like my nose and sinuses are twice their normal size, and my glands are huuuge, and I didn't sleep well last night so I'm exhausted and cranky, as well as having stiff hips if I sit still for too long. DP is hopeless - and I mean hopeless - when he's ill. He's doing his best because I'm pregnant, but he has no patience with DS's tantrums at the moment, so I'm trying to appease the both of them to reduce stress on myself, and it's just exhausting, and I'm really in need of a break.
So I'm here having a rant because I just want to not be ill, and not be pregnant, and just have had this baby already and be coping with the tiredness without my body being next to useless. And darling DS keeps coming and trying to give me flying hugs nad his tantrums involve clinging to our legs and I nearly fall over all the time, and thank god for the fact that DS is going to his grandparents this weekend because I really need time to zone out a bit. I just wish it was time for him to go already, and that's an awful thing to say, because I love him dearly.
Sorry. Rant over now, I promise.