"Those" Women

I always thought that I wouldn't be one of "those" women.

You know who I'm talking about - the women who complain through their ENTIRE pregnancy, lamenting left and right, until you pretty much wanna shout loudly (into their puffy and unhappy faces) "Then why did you even GET pregnant?!?!"   But you don't.  Because that would be rude.  And we're Minnesotans.  So we're nice.  We only think mean thoughts, we never actually say them ;)

I always swore I wouldn't be one of those complaining, cranky women.  Until 33 weeks.  Now I understand.
I'm not saying pregnancy gives you a free pass to complain about anything and everything, but I do get how "over it" you can start to feel at this stage of the "miracle of creating life".

I've actually been very blessed considering some of the pretty terrible things that can happen during pregnancy health-wise.  I've had nausea for all of these blessed 34 weeks (minus a few weeks during the 2nd tri), but it's manageable now (I only want to vomit occasionally throughout the day, instead of constantly ;)).  On the other hand, I have no stretch marks, no varicose veins, no "kankles", no swelling whatsoever, staying at a nice low preggo weight, and eating relatively healthy.  I've been super blessed that my preggo body is pretty much the same minus the belly (and bigger boobs!), and most of my pre-preggo clothes still fit, even my pants as long as I wear them low! There have been lots of other not-fun pregnancy issues as well, but overall, I truly have to count myself lucky.

So, why am I feeling this intense urge to complain?

Because, no matter how lucky and blessed you are during pregnancy - 99% of women hit a point where you are absolutely and terribly uncomfortable, no matter what you do.  You (simultaneously) have to pee, eat some tums, re-adjust your legs (and hope that you don't actually pee your pants WHILE doing this), and try to tell yourself not to cry when your husband pours out the last of your ONLY caffeine-free drink... because you know it's just your hormones. And it's totally not logical to cry over a drink.  Right.  But you still cry anyway :)

And the belly.  It's everywhere!  When you try to turn over in the night - the belly! When you knock over the glass on the counter for the 4th time today - the belly!  When you can't get behind the wheel without adjusting everything in the whole gosh-darn front seat - the belly!  And especially when you are really looking forward to putting on your one and only ugly Christmas sweater, only to find out that when put on, the theme song that you should be singing is "Fat guy in a little coat" (thanks Tommyboy! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oGWbt3DSje0 ), and you know immediately that you have NO shot at actually keeping it on your poor preggo body - THE BELLY!

Alright, obviously I am not done with this whole pregnancy thing, so I can't really talk about how "once you hold that baby in your arms it's totally worth it", but I can say this much - making a baby ain't pretty, it's nothing like what you see on the cover of People magazine, and it's about as unglamourous as you can get.  BUT, I do think that it's great preparation for becoming an actual parent.  It's no  longer about you.  You are literally giving up your own body to host this lil' guy or gal, and that's a pretty gosh-darn big sacrifice.

So while I can genuinely say that I am officially "done" with this whole pregnancy shindig, I still feel extremely blessed to have this guy hanging out with me, and am committed to keeping a positive attitude until he decides to join this great big world of ours (hopefully no more than 6 weeks away).  It also doesn't hurt that I have an extremely supportive and understanding hubby ;)

But, despite my best efforts, every once in a while, you will still prolly hear me complain... because let's be honest, growin' this kid is hard work! :)  6 weeks to go baby!