So I’m generally a pretty happy pregnant woman. Until the end, that is. No woman is happy when she has (what feels like) a watermelon sitting on her bladder and a small child smashing the hell out of her cervix (TMI you say? Sorry. This post is not going to get any better). I’m also really excited about this baby and very happy to pregnant, so don’t take this post as me being ungrateful. Even ridiculously grateful people like to complain. Promise.
But seriously, there a few things about pregnant that I forgot I hate. Or that I’ve never experienced before and I want to share the pain with you guys. I know someone out there is commiserating. So here goes…
I am soooo tired of feeling nauseous.
I’m really lucky actually because I don’t throw up. Instead I just FEEL like I’m going to throw up constantly. It’s tapered off the last few weeks, but every now and then it hits and I want to curl up in the fetal position and cry. It strikes mostly if I don’t eat directly after a workout or if I eat too much food. The whole too much food thing sucks because I don’t necessarily realize it’s too much food until it’s too late.
Headaches that won’t quit.
This is new and nothing I’ve previously experienced. The headaches start and then don’t go away for days. This weekend was particularly bad. At first I thought I was dehydrated, but I drank enough water to float away and it was still there. I *might* have found the culprit this morning — lack of caffeine. I couldn’t drink fully caffeinated coffee during the first trimester because it made me SO jittery I could literally climb walls, so I started making half caf. Last week, however, I ran out of the regular coffee and was just drinking decaf. NOT GOOD. I didn’t think anything of it until I drank a cup of regular coffee today and the damn headache I’ve had for 3 days finally went away. Hallelujah!
Varicose veins are hereditary and when I am pregnant they pop out like no other. It’s so fun!! There’s a big one on my lower left leg that I could seriously sit and itch for hours. I also gets veins, umm, in a very in opportune location. They seem to get worse with each pregnancy – so I can’t wait to see where they pop up this time!! I guess if I had to pick between veins and stretch marks (which I don’t get) I WOULD pick veins. But really I would say neither please!
I’m past the exhaustion phase but if you happen to be awake at 3:30am let me know – chances are I’m up too! I usually lay in bed for about an hour until I finally fall back asleep. I remember experiencing this with L too – but I swear it had already gone away by now (and picked up again at the end). I am still getting at least 8-9 hours of sleep a night, but damn if it doesn’t make it hard to wake up once the alarm goes off!
I’m not really one to talk about poop (I leave it to this girl), but I have to be brutally honest here — pregnancy really effs with your digestive system. Things are finally leveling off, but the trifecta of horrible is constipation + nausea + headaches.
In between sizes – pregnant or enjoying my food a little more than usual?
I’m currently not big enough for full blown maternity clothes, but I’m not longer comfortable in my regular clothes. I’ve been wearing a lot of dresses and stretchy clothes. It’s a good excuse to wear legging and feel like you’re wearing pajamas, but I can’t promise it looks good. I can oddly enough still button my pants/jeans — but that doesn’t mean I should (especially because at the end of the day I look twice as pregnant)! I think I mostly hate this stage because it makes me want to wear a sign that says — Yes! I AM pregnant!! I feel like people are looking at me and wondering — but thankfully have enough manners to not say anything.
My hormones and sense of smell are out of control.
My day pretty much goes like this: happy, rage monster, sad, rage monster, happy, “Why the heck can’t you take your clothes off yourself??” (said to children, not husband), happy, and finally just tired. I can also smell anything from at least 20 feet away. Sometimes that good. Sometimes that bad. Sometimes I don’t even want to know why I am smelling what I’m smelling.
And there you have it. Things could definitely be worse and I CHOSE to do this again — knowing full well what I was getting myself into. But still, I like to whine. Really, I like WINE but I can’t have any of that right now, can I?