This pregnancy has been miserable! And I know, it is a miracle to create life but this is the truth. Pregnancy is no fun.
There hasn't been a 'pregnancy glow' this time around...only the glisten of sweat from this Georgia heat. My skin didn't get healthy, it got acne, which i never had problems with. There has been no food indulgence, only food aversions. There's only backaches & fatigue left now as I finally did get over morning sickness, at the 7 month mark.
*Note to those who never experienced morning sickness: please don't comment about this to a woman who can't stop hugging the toilet. We just want to slap you.
Anyway, as I was saying. I did stop feeling the urge to puke..it was short lived. My Dr put me on iron & no matter what I try, insta-sickness arises. Just great.
Heartburn for no good reason. What's up with that?
And all my weight loss from last year has been nullified by the gain at this point. My body is sick of being big. You point out that many women stay fit during pregnancy? Well, good for them. This girl has backaches & muscle aches & cramps enough. How can I enjoy a run with sciatic nerve making me about fall out every 2 seconds? I can't even up one flight of stairs without needing a breather at this point. I couldn't imagine trying to run with this
Every moment feels like I could pass out from exhaustion. Cooking & cleaning sessions are sparse to say the least. The only time I don't feel tired? Bedtime. Insomnia keeps me up all night and exhaustion keeps me down all day. Ridiculous!
I tell myself this will all be over soon. And finally, that is becoming a real statement. Inching closer is the ever imminent arrival date of our second daughter, Alexis Madison. And the moment I hold her, I know, all of this will not matter. Because, every miserable moment is worth the miracle of a child.
