So I'm officially pregnant. I mean, of course by the 5 month marker I would know from all the other indicators--namely the huge belly with a little man dwelling in it who makes it his personal business to do the people's elbow on my bladder and pile drive my ribs. I've always heard that extreme fatigue accompanied this wonderful condition and thought that I'd experienced the worst of it during the first 3 months (which I affectionately dub hell week quarter of a year--kind of the hazing part for moms-to-be). Boy was I wrong!
No longer will I laugh at those poor tired pregnant women who've had the misfortune of tinkling or sleeping in a not-so cool place because now--I have joined their ranks! Adding this to the unreasonably long list of things my son has to make up for when he's on the outside.
As I hang my sleepy head in shame and finally walk to my bed--I bid you adieu and hope to never have to write of such things again.Peace.
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