Someone who doesn't know my story (apparently I haven't told the WHOLE world) said, "Remember how lucky you are. Some women can't have kids."
That's when I lost it. I said, "I AM that woman. It took a lot to get here, and I am thrilled, but can't I catch a little break???"
See, that's why I worry I am becoming the whiny pregnant lady. I think I spent so long idealizing pregnancy, this dream, and hearing how wonderful pregnancy was for my mom, that the reality of mine is a bit of a blow.
I want to have an entire week where I don't hurt, puke, stick myself with a needle, or take 30 pills. Actually, just losing 2 of those would be awesome. Wah. Play the world's smallest fiddle, I know. I asked to be here.
I am not displeased to be pregnant. I am displeased, as I have mentioned, to not get my idyllic vision of what it was supposed to be like.
I don't actually, truly bitch that often, and to have that ONE THING said to me...after a rough couple of weeks...sigh.
Okay, bitch session over.
But if anyone knows how I can keep my feet warm when all I can fit into is flip flops, let me know. I elevate at night...but the rest...I am clueless.
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