Tuesday, November 3, 2009
People lie. Pregnancy is NOT glamorous. The people who say it is fall in one of two catagories one- bold face liars and two- misery loves company (they're trying to lure you into it with stories of butterflies and rose petals all the while snickering).
I was up most of the night, uncomfortable and congested. I just couldn't find a position to lay down in that didn't have me stirring again in less than 10 minutes. I've always slept on my stomach so I'm having a hard time retraining myself not to. This kid, she's a night owl. Constant movement all night. I would lay down for a half hour and then sit up watching Roseanne on Nick at Night for another half hour. My back is so sore and stiff.
Here's another a fun fact...I can't sneeze anymore. Well, technically I can but, if and when I do, I pee a little. I'm guessing about a tablespoon. Yes, I now pee myself. So I'm in bed, nose stuffed, sitting up watching old TV and then all of a sudden ACHOO-tinkle.
I know, I am HOT stuff.
To top it off I'm still nauseous. Not quite as much as I had been in the first trimester (24/7) but enough. So in addition to everything else I got the dry heaves last night. That was the icing on the cake.
At that point I just broke down. I sat there in bed and cried (don't judge, I'm hormonal). The crying felt good. Cathartic.
So if you'll excuse me today I'm just not feeling up to finding pretty images to ooh and aah over. Instead I'm going to climb onto the sofa with my Snuggie (yes, I have one and yes, it's awesome!) and a fur ball or two (choices shown at right) and try to take a nap while watching some bad daytime TV.