Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Love Hangover

So, I am just starting my 9th week of pregnancy and can't wait until the queasiness is gone. What can I say? I'm a pansy. The past couple of weeks, the hubbie would ask how I feel. The only description I could give is I feel hungover, only without the good stuff the night before. I'm tired, my stomach finds everything questionable, and I am totally sporting what looks like a beer gut. Maybe all this ick is good for me. It takes my mind off of the looming scariness of the actual birth. Seriously terrified. I was so brave before I got pregnant. Now that I am, not so much. Seriously don't know how all you momma's did it. In fact, it seems like I see all these pregnant women living with pregnancy like they don't even notice it. Why can't I be that person? Maybe I'm just surrounded by supermom freaks. Hmmm...that notion made me feel slightly better. Well, fingers crossed for a good 2nd trimester.

1 comment:

  1. My first response when I discovered I was pregnant with Henry was actually along the line of, what the fuck have I done? Irreversible freaking out. Even though he couldn't have been more planned. Natural response. And then I had sort of, an alien life is inside me response. I guess that is normal too? Don't even get me started about when they passed around the dilation chart at birthing class... Ten centimeters? Screw you. :) There is no normal response.