No, what I hate about being super pregnant is, in no particular order:
1. Strangers commenting on my size/giving me weird looks like "Wow how are your legs even able to hold up your weight. My size is none of your business so please keep your eyes and weird comments to yourself. I just want to buy my milk and go home. And I could be bigger. Greg still weighs more than me, and that's not something all pregnant women can say about their spouses. I'm not saying I'm the smallest ever, but I could be bigger.
2. People, particularly people I don't know very well, asking me how I'm feeling. I realize this is intended to be a thoughtful and kind question, but pregnancy is not a medical condition and I am more than just pregnant. Why can't people just ask me what they would ask anybody else, "How are you?" When else do you ever ask anyone how they are feeling as opposed to how they are doing?
3. This
Chores. Chores that cannot be put off. Like on Monday, laundry day, I had about 5 loads of laundry to fold and it was 10 o'clock. I really wanted to just watch some TV and go to bed. BUT what if, I went into labor that night and had to come home to this giant pile of laundry. Same thing with the dishes or cleaning the bathroom. What if I leave a huge mess to clean up in the morning, but in the morning I have a new baby? It's annoying. The not knowing really. Like tonight, what if I have the baby tonight, Sunday night when Monday is laundry day. All the hampers are full and the kids are running low on underwear. Should I throw a few loads in just in case I have a new baby in the morning? If I could just know, Heather, you will have this baby on Wednesday, then I would be sure to have all the laundry and toilets and dishes cleaned on Tuesday so I can come home to a clean house. Because one thing I hate more than most other things is coming home to a dirty house.
That, my friends, is what I hate about being super pregnant.
"Wow, you look like you're about to POP!" That's my favorite thing to say to people who look like you (pregnant or not). Luckily I'm still socially inhibited, so I only think it instead of saying it.
ReplyDeleteUgh! I hate the "what if?"!! "What if this is my last chance to take a shower?" "What if this is my last night of somewhat decent sleep?" I will be thinking about you all week friend!
ReplyDeleteI did not handle the last month of pregnancy so well. I set up an air mattress downstairs and pretty much camped out wearing mike's clothes and eating Oreos. Seriously I ate like five packs of Oreos my last month. I think you should get a medal for still getting anything done especially folding clothes because I'm not pregnant anymore and I still rarely finish folding my laundry.
ReplyDeleteAgreed. I remember at 11 at night being in the beginning stages of labor and refusing to believe it because my body would never go into labor when I have so little sleep and all of my chores aren't done!!! Well, good luck, and no will know if Rex is wearing day-old underwear anyways.
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