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Coping
May 2nd, 2010
Look, I wanna post. Really, I do. But all I’ve got is bitching and moaning about being hugely, miserably pregnant. And let’s face it, no one wants to hear that. Especially after months of reading about how I just couldn’t wait to be pregnant again! (Who’s an idiot? Why, it’s me!)
One week from today I’ll be legitimately ready to get this over with already. There will be no more resting and more walking. And I’m fairly certain there will also be more bitching… but you’re lucky and get to miss it entirely. My husband on the other hand? Not so much. Pray for him. Or start up a collection to pay for his divorce attorney. Either one is fine with him.
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Ah, the home stretch is so miserable and so frickin’ long. Hang in there! I feel like I was just there and now Miss L is 5 months old!
Amen.
I need either an anonymous blog or the ability to post in disappearing ink to talk about the things annoying me right now.
I hear you, I so hear you.
I think it’s especially hard when one’s been dealing with preterm labor to THEN have to deal with FULL term pregnancy stuff. Like, OK BODY, pick one!
The end was always hard for me, too. Hang in there, and do something every day that you can’t do when the baby comes… (I tried this. It sorta helped.)
Girl, don’t apologize. It is a-okay to moan there at the end; everything is just so bloody uncomfortable you’d be strange if you didn’t.
But, wait! Baby is still inside, so that’s the good thing, right?
At any rate, I hope your jimmy leg subsides.
I remember that feeling sooooo well. Just get the damn kid out already. But then the doctors are all noooooooooooooooooooooo! Blah.
Hang in there. And we love to hear all the complaining, especially because it is a good reminder why I am not having anymore kids. Five is enough!
No need to explain. When I was on bedrest with Eli I thought I would be blogging every day just out of boredom, but then I realized that profound boredom/misery doesn’t really make the best blog fodder.
I also thought I would love all that time to read, but it turns out that every.single.pregnancy magazine says basically the same crap, so that got old fast. The only thing helpful was reading books that had nothing at all to do with pregnancy or babies.