I definitely don't feel as big as I look
So I have not so gracefully made it to my third trimester, where I now feel like a count down can begin. Only 97 days until my due date!
For the most part I know I have been the pregnancy monster, or at least appeared that way to many of my friends, family and the poor telemarketers that get to deal with me, but with trimester number three now beginning I have made a resolution (kind of like a new years resolution) - I'm resolving to be as nice as possible (as nice as possible means that I am allowed slip ups).... No worries to you regular blog readers though, I promise to continue to entertain you with constant gripes about my pregnancy and other raves and rants :)
However, to start out my new trimester resolution I am going to fill you all in on a few things that I have learned... here I go!
I have learned...
- that being pregnant isn't always that bad. It took me a trip to NS to realize this. I have never been fed so well by my friends (deer meat, steak, countless deserts, amazing breakfasts), shown so much love by the women in my life and have never had so many of their men be extremely, over the top nice to me (why yes you can carry my ridiculously large suitcase up the stairs).
- that not all baby showers are lame (when planned by my mama bear and with the help of great friends they actually rock!).
- that unconditional friendship really does exist (a special shout out to my Petawawa friends that had to deal with me during the hell trimester - in case you don't remember hell was trimester 1).
- that no one better try to steal a pregnant woman's food (may I repeat this more clearly. If you are going to take me around people that you like and want to stay friends with, then warn them not to touch my food - I almost stabbed a man at the Mustache in Halifax with my fork when he tried to take my brownie).
- that my DH (dear husband) truly does have thick skin, lots of patience and unconditional love for me (he would have to in order to put up with my never ending emotional roller coaster rides that always ends with me in tears and him wondering why I am crying yet again).
- that I really can't live without my telephone... how else would I get my reminders from my friends with chillins that what I am going through really isn't normal, but it does happen to most pregnant women and the sain ones believe the symptoms are mother natures way of giving us the finger... this is in reference to the mood swings, dry skin, constipation (yes, I am once again saying something that should be shhhh'd), pimples, inability to see body parts, etc.
- that when my daughter gets old enough to even consider having sex that I will not scare her into not having it with talks about STDs or what her father will do to any boy she attempts it with. I will simply sit her down and tell her my version of what can happen if you get pregnant (it's not like getting a cabage patch doll and reading the adoption card - you have to be pregnant first and with that comes.... at this point I will give her all of my blog entries to read).
- that this blog has been better then any therapy I have ever had... bitching and moaning about everything and having people love you for it is great! (how do I make a career out of this?)
- that despite all of the wonderful relationships in my life that chocolate really has become my favourite... what else am I supposed to do when I can't drink, smoke, or bounce on a trampoline (I know this doesn't fit, but I needed a third thing that I couldn't do and frankly I am jelous of the kids on the trampolines)....
And I think that is enough for now.... Love and happy thoughts to all that have put up with me so far.
For the most part I know I have been the pregnancy monster, or at least appeared that way to many of my friends, family and the poor telemarketers that get to deal with me, but with trimester number three now beginning I have made a resolution (kind of like a new years resolution) - I'm resolving to be as nice as possible (as nice as possible means that I am allowed slip ups).... No worries to you regular blog readers though, I promise to continue to entertain you with constant gripes about my pregnancy and other raves and rants :)
However, to start out my new trimester resolution I am going to fill you all in on a few things that I have learned... here I go!
I have learned...
- that being pregnant isn't always that bad. It took me a trip to NS to realize this. I have never been fed so well by my friends (deer meat, steak, countless deserts, amazing breakfasts), shown so much love by the women in my life and have never had so many of their men be extremely, over the top nice to me (why yes you can carry my ridiculously large suitcase up the stairs).
- that not all baby showers are lame (when planned by my mama bear and with the help of great friends they actually rock!).
- that unconditional friendship really does exist (a special shout out to my Petawawa friends that had to deal with me during the hell trimester - in case you don't remember hell was trimester 1).
- that no one better try to steal a pregnant woman's food (may I repeat this more clearly. If you are going to take me around people that you like and want to stay friends with, then warn them not to touch my food - I almost stabbed a man at the Mustache in Halifax with my fork when he tried to take my brownie).
- that my DH (dear husband) truly does have thick skin, lots of patience and unconditional love for me (he would have to in order to put up with my never ending emotional roller coaster rides that always ends with me in tears and him wondering why I am crying yet again).
- that I really can't live without my telephone... how else would I get my reminders from my friends with chillins that what I am going through really isn't normal, but it does happen to most pregnant women and the sain ones believe the symptoms are mother natures way of giving us the finger... this is in reference to the mood swings, dry skin, constipation (yes, I am once again saying something that should be shhhh'd), pimples, inability to see body parts, etc.
- that when my daughter gets old enough to even consider having sex that I will not scare her into not having it with talks about STDs or what her father will do to any boy she attempts it with. I will simply sit her down and tell her my version of what can happen if you get pregnant (it's not like getting a cabage patch doll and reading the adoption card - you have to be pregnant first and with that comes.... at this point I will give her all of my blog entries to read).
- that this blog has been better then any therapy I have ever had... bitching and moaning about everything and having people love you for it is great! (how do I make a career out of this?)
- that despite all of the wonderful relationships in my life that chocolate really has become my favourite... what else am I supposed to do when I can't drink, smoke, or bounce on a trampoline (I know this doesn't fit, but I needed a third thing that I couldn't do and frankly I am jelous of the kids on the trampolines)....
And I think that is enough for now.... Love and happy thoughts to all that have put up with me so far.
Oh Anna, you are priceless.
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