Grumpy Girl

Today is one of those “I am pregnant and I am grumpy” days. No one can do anything that doesn’t irritate the shit out of me. For the sake of the public, I need to be quarantined. It is inhumane to expect me to work and be nice to people when I am in a mood like this.

One of my best friends called today;I was even irritated by her. I didn’t think she was being supportive enough when I know she is wiped out from caring for her own child who has just begun crawling. I recognize that it is a small feat for her to find the time to pick up the phone; yet today, that wasn’t enough for pregnant me. An email from another friend, who has an advanced degree in “my life is awful,” really put me over the edge. Yes, I know you are very busy and important. Yes, you have mentioned that your job sucks. Hi there… remember me… your friend who is making a baby – things are also a little chaotic for me too. No questions about me, how I am feeling, is everything going okay? She is lucky we do not live in the same town. With the mood I am in today, I would have stormed to her office and given her a piece of my mind.

My two main side effects of pregnancy have been fatigue and grumpiness. I know I do not have much to complain about – it could be much, much worse. I also understand why my body may want to over produce some crazy hormone that makes me grumpy. When it is in the process of hosting another life, your body has the right to make you grumpy. I just wish that gumpy days came with a “GET OUT OF DEALING WITH THE REST OF THE WORLD” card.

Tight Pants

Today I got excited because I could still fit into a pair of my regular pants. What I didn’t realize is that they fit fine while I was standing; after an hour of sitting at work, they became incredibly uncomfortable. When you sit, your stomach has no where to go but out; particularly when you are expecting. The pants quickly became permanently unzipped – I spent most of the day hoping no one would walk in my office and need me to stand up. It would be embarrassing for all involved.

I don’t mind showing; I am actually excited about being obviously pregnant. I am merely baffled by the fact that I have only gained a pound yet my belly has changed so much. It has crept up my stomach and can no longer be sucked in for any period of time greater than 10 seconds. Right now nothing fits – not my normal clothes and not maternity clothes.

The beginning of the second trimester is an awkward stage of pregnancy. I don’t enjoy not feeling pregnant. The nauseated feeling I had after work reminded me everyday that something big was happening in my body. Now, I sort of feel normal. The nausea is gone and I don’t have to run to the bathroom every 30 minutes. I don’t have an obvious baby tummy to rub and can’t feel the baby move. While I know that something is different, I don’t feel pregnant.

I relish not really having to worry about my weight. I am not eating everything in site, but I am pregnant and I don’t need to worry about looking fat. No longer can my mother in law comment on whether or not I have been exercising. No longer do I need to worry about my clothes being tight; I get to buy ones that stretch. (I love that!) I just want to get to the point where it is obvious to others, and to me, that I am having a baby.

Tonight I plan to pack away the pants I am wearing today; they will be banished to the basement with all my other “regular” clothes. They hung on longer than most and I look forward to seeing them again in the New Year.

My reign is not over yet....

I really hate it when my husband forgets that I am pregnant. I love the guy dearly, but cut me some slack. Yes, I may overreact but you try growing a new person in your body sometime.

About a month ago it dawned on me that I only had seven months left to be THE princess. I am an only child and very loved… some MIGHT call me spoiled. My reign will soon be over. Why can’t he just let me have my time in the sun? Why can’t I cry and throw a fit if I want to? I AM carrying his child.

I am prepared to let go of the dramatics (well, some of them) and refocus the attention usually spent of fulfilling my own needs to my child. I know that is what happens when you become a parent. Until then, I want to embrace my demanding, dramatic ways while I still can. Soon enough there will be a new princess or prince of the house - a hungry, poopy and crying heir to the throne.

Let it be said here...my reign does not end until that kiddo arrives.

Who Knew?

I can’t believe that I am starting this blog nor can I imagine that anyone other than my husband will visit.

Maybe being pregnant has something to do with it. Yep, you have my apologies in advance … another person on the web who will go on and on about being pregnant and *hopefully* about becoming a mother.

Feel free to run away now.