For the Record…

This is absolutely IT. I am never doing this again. And I am saying it here, so you all can remind me when I start to wax emotional about how sweet another baby would be…

unequivocally, I hate being pregnant. Not just me, but my body hates being pregnant. Oh, I know children are a gift, and I treasure my children, I really do, even this little unborn one. But, loving my children and being pregnant… so not the same thing! I have come to conclusion that I can hate being pregnant, and I can still totally love my kids.

I do not do pregnant well. I have said this before. However, since I am in the thick of it again, I am going to say it again. Pregnant women glow, they shine, they radiate heath and happiness… yack! Give me a bucket, literally. I may be glowing, but it’s the fine sheen of a layer of sweat from throwing up five minutes ago. If I am rosy, it’s for the same reason. If I am radiating, it is because I am so hot and bothered I am sweating, and will probably throw up again soon. The women who just cruise through their pregnancies make me sick; but right now, everything makes me sick. The nausea is 24 hours a day; it never goes away. Just have fun for a second imagining that…

When I was a girl, I was riding my bike down our street one day, and I saw a squished frog. It looked like a car had run him over, and all his guts had come out his mouth. I have never forgotten what he looked like, and I often thought about how awful that would be. That is pretty much how I feel when I kneel yet again over the kitchen sink, the garbage can, the toilet, the bathtub, a plastic bag, or out the car door… I feel as though my guts are being squished out my mouth. Uggh.

By the way, there is little more humiliating that sitting at a traffic light, and having to open the car door and barf out onto the pavement. Why didn’t I have a plastic bag, you think? Well, when I have already used the plastic bag in my purse, what are my options?

Six more sick months of this. Six more months… I am never doing this again. I am never doing this again… I am never…

3 thoughts on “For the Record…

  1. Part of me feels guilty for
    putting you through all this….
    and the other just feels relieved
    ………..I’m a bad daddy!

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