Personal Pity Party

I feel fat.

The middle of my back really hurts when I stand for too long or when I sit for too long. (Too long = approx. 20 minutes)

I can't turn over in bed without groaning in pain... and some days I also do that when I simply walk.

I waddle, no matter how hard I try not to.

I often feel breathless... and half that time, I'm sitting down.

I bump into things constantly and no longer have any depth perception. (Watch out for me on the roads people!)

My love of lists has turned into an anxiety-filled obsession.

I can't carry anything heavier than my purse without full body aches.

I feel like I'm literally falling apart at the seams.

It takes me twice or sometimes three times as long to accomplish anything.

I greatly anticipate the arrival of this child and yet hate her just a little bit when she gets a limb caught in my ribs.

I'm grateful for the healthy steady weight gain, but hate stuffing myself into trousers.

I adore my husband for being so incredibly supportive and for giving me consistent compliments... but why the hell can't he put away the laptop when I ask him the first time?

I want to carry on with my busy lifestyle, but my naptime interferes too much.

I wake up at least 8 times through the night... once to stumble to the bathroom, twice to order my husband to move over, and the other five times to enjoy the variety of sleeping positions available to me. (On my left side, in the fetal position, with joint and pelvic pain OR on my right side, in the fetal position, with joint and pelvic pain... decisions decisions.)

I can't wait to be a mom and yet feel a tiny bit of regret at the thought of losing alone and couple time.

I fully embrace all of the mixed emotions I'm having and, at the same time, feel incredibly guilty about them!

And all of this with at least 65 days left to go... and then I might get to experience postpartum depression. yay.