We waited to tell til we were 13 weeks along, so I've been keeping this secret for ever-so-long and haven't blogged because, well, I felt like I couldn't talk about the craziest, coolest thing that's ever happened to me!
But now I can, so here it all is: Being pregnant sucks. Yes, it's still the coolest thing that's ever happened to me, but that's because I have the endgame in mind. But, taking the pregnancy at face value is...well...it sucks! I'm tired all. the. time. I was totally grossed out by food for like 7 weeks straight. I wanted to throw up every five seconds. I have headaches (still--these don't go away in the Magical Second Trimester, apparently). I'm sooo freaking tired. I have weird intestinal things that I won't really go into out of respect for my husband who absolutely cringes at the fact that I even acknowledge my capacity for passing gas (you should see his face when I actually prove my capacity!). My boobs hurt all the time, so the once-treasured time of the kitties making my torso their napping place isn't the enjoyable activity it used to be. And I'm tired! All the time! Did I mention that?!
I used to ask my husband if he wished he was a girl and had the ability to bring life into the world. He'd always snort and be quick to answer, "Uhhh....yeah, I'm totally 100% glad I'm NOT a girl." And I'd wrinkle my nose and be like, "What's that supposed to mean?!" But now I kinda know what he means. It's lame to be a slave to the hormonal swings and the physical changes. It's lame to know that I'll probably get stretch marks all over my stomach and my fantabulous boobies will never be the same after this ordeal. It's lame to be tired all the time. It really is!
But meeting our sweet little person will make it all worth it! That crying, pooping, overtired bundle of joy will just be SO WORTH IT! (Right?!)
In all seriousness, though, I can't wait. I am going to mother the shit out of this baby, and I'm going to love every second of it. There's a reason why the urge to reproduce is so strong...otherwise we wouldn't ever DO it because it's such a clusterfuck of pain and poop and problems. But there's joy also, right? Joy, and a rewarding feeling? A feeling that you've accomplished something and you've grown in the process? I totally have faith in the process. Pregnancy might suck, labor and delivery might suck, infancy might suck, potty training might suck, but I just know there'll be good in there, too. For me and my little person. Can't wait to meet you, little one! Mommy already loves you, you big, poopy galoot!
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