Over being pregnant!
I'm over it. I love my little guy, but I'm over pregnancy. I'm a cranky dragon, a cranky, fire breathing dragon. Everyone calls me a dragon, they're like "Watch out, dragons coming." My sex drive, drives me crazy, Dylan's not too keen on sex with a pregnant
lady every night, and I don't blame him, but I do a little bit. My morning sickness is back, not as bad as what it was in the first trimester, but the nausea is pretty bad. I can't sit in one place for too long because EVERYTHING hurts. He finally dropped
late last week so the pressure "down there" is almost unbearable, the kid must have a pretty big head, cause it feels huge. I'm always picking fights with people, over the most petty things, lucky for me Dylan doesn't retaliate. My back feels like it's going
to just snap any minute now. I'm over all the aches and pains! My skin is sooo itchy now, I bruise really easy, I'm just breakable right now. He kicks me in the ribs all the time now, because his feet are up there, and his head is engaged, so he's always kicking
my ribs, and his head is resting on my bladder so the toilet is my second home. I waddle like a duck and probably look ridiculous walking. I always feel as if everyone is embarrassed to be seen with me, I haven't been out with friends for god knows how long.
I was going to have a baby shower but money is tight and I really don't have the energy to smile all day. I've noticed it's pretty hard to breathe, I mean I can breathe, but I get breathless quickly. I sleep all the time, which isn't really a bad thing, but
I'd like to be able to stay awake for longer then 2 hours. My boobs are constantly sore. I've had Braxton Hicks which was just a little taste of what I'm in for.
Anyway, I was just naming all the bad things about my pregnancy. It really is amazing, just holding a child in your tummy is enough, but the fact that he already has a little attitude makes my heart melt. Reading to him, singing to him, Dylan playing guitar
to him. Just being a family of 3 is enough for me. Having my son in my tumtum is the most amazing and surreal feeling ever. I love my little guy to pieces. I'll be in the worst mood and as soon as he wakes up and does anything, sticks an elbow out, pokes my
belly, gets the hiccups, anything, I'll automatically smile. This little guy has changed my life SO much already, and I can't wait too meet him!
At least my hospital bag is packed, right?! :D that's one thing I actually did this week... Even though I forgot most things and Dylan was going around after me packing the things I forgot.
I want my son to keep cooking, but if he could just be really nice and stop kicking my ribs... Even that would be a great thing.
BRING ON THE LABOR AND BIRTH!! Just not yet.
-End of rant :D thanks for reading!!

