I halfheartedly apologize for neglecting this site for the past few months. With the joy of a little one on the way, I have become an Olympic caliber athlete in the categories of toilet hugging and bitching.
But since the first trimester is coming to a close, I find myself slowly moving out of the worst of the pregnancy. Now instead of doing the technicolor yawn every forty-five minutes, I've simply joined the ranks of the walking comatose. Seems I'm unable to function by 2 p.m. these days. I have to hope I sitting down by mid afternoon and not falling asleep during my 78th trip to the bathroom.
There are women who adore being knocked up; they're the ones who never get morning sickness, back aches, and sneeze out their kids in a 4 hour, natural labor. I never got my invitation to the super-awesome-at-being-pregnant club! I have to slave and toil, from the ralph-o-rama to 46 hours of labor. Even then the kid had to be surgically removed from my uterus because I utterly fail at being a preggo.
So to all of you who had it easy and think I should embrace the "miracle of life", kiss my ever-growing ass. My babies are smarter than yours.
3 years ago