About pregnancy. It bites the big one. I hear some women talk about how much they love being pregnant, and how they feel so empowered with the new life growing inside of them. Is is really possible that some people feel this way? I am a fat, bloated, heartburn ridden, puffy ball of grotesqueness and I am feeling every second of it.
About a month ago people started asking me if I was due any minute. That was with 2 1/2 months to go. Now, with six weeks to go, I am asked at least once a week if I am to be the proud mother of twins. I didn't know skin could stretch this much. I didn't know you could function when you feel like you've been punched in the crotch repeatedly. Did you know that water can give you heartburn? Seriously, water. Isn't my body like 90% water (or 50% water, 50% huge baby)? Flip flops are starting to feel uncomfortably tight and my cheeks look like they're stuffed with marshmallows. I waddle. I pee every thirty minutes. No matter how well I eat or exercise, I step on the scale and want to die. I had a nurse tell me that maybe I should "eat less and exercise more." I almost punched her.
I think we might be a two child family. But, then again, if I get to cuddle another one of these in a few weeks I might (just might) survive.
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