After the miscarriage this Spring, I told Mike that if/when I did get pregnant again, I would not complain about anything. I would love every single minute of everything and I would relish every moment of being pregnant.
Well... that hasn't so much been the case. Ask anyone around me. I've told everyone who will listen just how bad I feel. I've shared harrowing tales of car sickness, morning sickness and night sickness; of hip pain, boob pain and headaches. I actually sent a text message to my mom the first time I got sick.
Complaining aside, I do love it. I love knowing that there is a little bean growing up inside me. I love that my 3 am prayer sessions with the toilet god are a physical reminder that everything is as it should be at this point. And, well, I love having something to complain about! I love being able to say, "Oh no, I got sick! Oh, this baby is getting me!"
So, please forgive the dramatics. Forgive me for whining and complaining. It's what I have to be excited about right now.
PS
I got sick twice yesterday at work and my shoulders hurt from hunching over the toilet... LOVE IT!!
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