After months and months of suffering from the ills of baby fever, I have finally been cured. I’m pregnant! Yay!!!! And though I’ve always wanted more than 1 child, I wasn’t exactly thrilled to experience pregnancy again. The sickness, the weight gain, the back pain, the birth itself, it’s all uncomfortable…though ultimately worth it. So here we go again, this time with a little girl instead of a little boy, and this time with a due date for the books: my birthday.
Since having Dylan, I swore that if I were to get pregnant again, I’d make sure I took it all in and enjoyed it. Not only because I loathed pregnancy the first time around, but because I want to adopt children and a second pregnancy would mean I’ve committed to having three kids. And three kids? That’s enough for me. But now that I am pregnant with another baby (and for the last time), I just can’t figure out how to enjoy it!
On the plus side, I GOT MY BABY GIRL! I’m no longer throwing up at the sight and smell of everything, and I’ve had two ultrasounds that have definitely helped me “get into” this pregnancy. But let’s be real- I’m sort of a mess. My clothes are already too tight, I’m constantly overheating, and generally, I’m a lot to deal with. My patience is at an all-time low and at around 5pm I can fall asleep anywhere. I simply don’t understand how women actually enjoy this process, but I'd like to. I want the damn baby already!
So if I appear rather snippy with you, if I come off a little too strong, just know that my hormones are all over the place and it’s not you, it’s me. I’m that pregnant girl. Just ask my husband (sorry).