I am grouchy. I guess I have a right to be, but I wish I was not so grouchy. Women should get a very nice gift for having babies. I don't think men understand just what happens to us during pregnancy. There are physical changes for sure and men can see those. There are also emotional and psychological changes that no one can see or understand. Perhaps other pregnant women can come pretty close, but each of us is different and different things will happen to each of us. What bothers you may not bother me and so on.
I leaned toward another and husband leaned toward no more. We sort of idled there for a long time. I'm not sure how it was decided to go forward with a third child. I think we sort of just went for it. There was a moment early on when I thought it was not going to happen and I was so sad. I thought that was my only chance and it was gone. Little did I know there was no need for tears. Now when I have moments of "what have we done?" I look back on that time to remember that yes, I did want this.
It's hard though. My body is, changing more than I expected or wanted it to. Let's just say there is a whole lot more of me than there ever has been. I'm sure things will go back to normal eventually, but it has caught me off guard how disappointed I am. I still have more to pack on and cannot imagine getting bigger.
It isn't only about a number on the scale. My fingers and toes feel like sausages. Tight and pudgy. My knees don't bend nearly as much as they used to. My feet hurt. My hips feel as though my legs are tearing apart from the rest of me. It is difficult to walk with my sausage legs and aching hips. My back isn't so great either. I am tired. All. The. Time. I tried to nap today and the other kids kept coming in a talking to me. I am hungry, but the things that sound good are only adding to that stupid number on the scale. It's hot and I want ice cream, but sure, water will do fine. Bleh. I'm tired of drinking water. I have to use the bathroom every twenty minutes.
There are things I like too. I hate to sound like I hate everything. Baby moves and it feels so weird and neat at the same time. Baby gets the hiccups and then wiggles. If I rub my belly, baby will push out near my hand. I like to try to push on the knobby things and see if I can figure out which part of baby I'm poking on.
There is also a lot of stress and a little depression and some weariness. I've always told newly pregnant ladies to enjoy the first pregnancy to the fullest. You will never be pregnant for the first time again. It goes without saying, but the second, third and each one after will never be quite as thrilling. No one dotes on you. No one treats you special. You still have to walk on your sausage legs through the grocery store. Sure, husband has helped tremendously, but it's not the same as it was with the first.
Both boys are headed to school in a few weeks. I would have been home alone. Free to get a job or do more house things. I can't do much now. Even though babies sleep, I won't be able to do much. I just keep feeling like I made a huge mistake. One we will love and care for the rest of our lives, but a mistake. I think that's normal. I remember having doubts with both the boys. Not that I would trade them for anything, but there was doubt I could be a good mom, that we would mess up, that it wasn't really supposed to be like it was.
Wow. I'm really a positive person here. I guess writing some of this down makes me feel better. I'm not sure where else to put it. I think it's time for bed.