Growing up I’ve always heard women speaking about how wondering being pregnant was for them and how much they loved it. Well my friends, they lied!
I am here to tell you I am NOT one of those women. Let me start from the beginning:
I found out I was pregnant at exactly 6 weeks, which made sense to me because my nipples were hard 24/7 – not normal for me. Within the next two weeks – BAMM ! The morning sickness started, (which in my opinion should be called whenever sickness) and I was throwing up ALL day! “It will go away after your 4th month.” they told me. THEY LIED!
I am now 8 months pregnant and I have been hugging my toilet all day today. I went from vomiting all day, to just the night-time, to now just good ol’ morning sickness! Things seemed to easy up in my second trimester, it was so nice. But nothing I tried seem to stop the vomiting , no crackers , ginger ale , tea , etc.
Just when I thought I was in the clear the pregnancy honeymoon (2nd trimester) ended, I am now in my third trimester…. oh man is all I have to say. The horror of trimester number three is true, all I can think about is labor and how the time is ticking and my solitary will soon be gone for ever. Lets not forget to mention the insomnia – I haven’t slept in days! I spend my nights tossing and turning trying to find a comfortable position without laying on my bladder because that’s is the baby’s job after all, and we can’t leave her bored. I use the bathroom every 30 minutes insert calculation of how much toilet paper is being used). And how can I forget the heart burn , OMG the heart burn! I thought I was in the clear with that at least, I thought wrong. I went my whole pregnancy without it and until a few weeks ago when it decided to sneak up on me like a Jedi. I gave up on shoes with laces and forget about getting out of bed. I have to push myself off of the wall just go pee in the middle of the night. And shaving is a mission in its self.
But my biggest issues in my third trimester are the thirst and hunger! I feel like a hybrid between a vampire and werewolf, I just want to eat and drink everything in sight. RIP to my bank account (it been emptied by late night food cravings and toilet paper).
I do apologize for the ranting session, it must be the Taurus in me. But the truth is I will go fight through all of these pregnancy issues and do all over again for my baby girl. I cannot wait to meet her, in the end she is worth every single struggle!