having trouble falling asleep at night because you are "nesting" in your head... thinking about all of the things you need to do around the house to prepare for the baby coming home... but then being too tired the next day to actually do any of it.
Feeling tired/hot/swollen/blah enough to use the wheelchair cart at the grocery store, and then getting emotional because you can't work it.
Calling a cab to take you from the same grocery store to your apartment.. which is two miles away, because you don't want to wait on the bus (or miss it!)
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Being 9mo. pregnant is: learning to laugh at yourself... a lot. Laughing at the fact I have to pee every.hour., laughing at the unbelievable pain in my hips, and laughing at the bowling ball in my vag. Lots of laughing. Or maybe all this boils down to, 'Being 9mo. pregnant is... being sleep deprived and loony.' Yeah, that's it.
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Feeling tired/hot/swollen/blah enough to use the wheelchair cart at the grocery store, and then getting emotional because you can't work it.
Calling a cab to take you from the same grocery store to your apartment.. which is two miles away, because you don't want to wait on the bus (or miss it!)
I hadn't thought of that! Not a bad idea. But I'd probably have a fit if I couldn't get it to work, lol
having trouble falling asleep at night because you are "nesting" in your head... thinking about all of the things you need to do around the house to prepare for the baby coming home... but then being too tired the next day to actually do any of it.
having trouble falling asleep at night because you are "nesting" in your head... thinking about all of the things you need to do around the house to prepare for the baby coming home... but then being too tired the next day to actually do any of it.
I hadn't thought of that! Not a bad idea. But I'd probably have a fit if I couldn't get it to work, lol
Hah, I couldn't even get out of the cart alley-way... it was pretty funny in hindsight, but I just kind of freaked & teared up & told DH "SEE?! This is why I don't drive. I'll never drive! I can't!!".. loony is a good term to describe it
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When you drop something in a store and just keep walking because you know nobody wants to see your panties when you squat down to get it in a dress. (bending over? ya right..)
...when someone says "your poor feet" & you have to lean way over to see how swollen they are.
...when you drop something & attempt to pick it up w/ your toes, then attempt to talk the dog into picking it up for you, & finally end up leaving it there on the floor until DH gets home to pick it up for you.
...when getting out of bed or off the couch for the hourly pee sessions is an act of rolling.
Re: Being 9 months pregnant IS
Pregnancy # 6
4 missed chances
2 loving children
1 on the way
Feeling tired/hot/swollen/blah enough to use the wheelchair cart at the grocery store, and then getting emotional because you can't work it.
Calling a cab to take you from the same grocery store to your apartment.. which is two miles away, because you don't want to wait on the bus (or miss it!)
Being 9mo. pregnant is: learning to laugh at yourself... a lot. Laughing at the fact I have to pee every.hour., laughing at the unbelievable pain in my hips, and laughing at the bowling ball in my vag. Lots of laughing. Or maybe all this boils down to, 'Being 9mo. pregnant is... being sleep deprived and loony.' Yeah, that's it.
I hadn't thought of that! Not a bad idea. But I'd probably have a fit if I couldn't get it to work, lol
Love it!
I did that one!
Hah, I couldn't even get out of the cart alley-way... it was pretty funny in hindsight, but I just kind of freaked & teared up & told DH "SEE?! This is why I don't drive. I'll never drive! I can't!!".. loony is a good term to describe it
So true... I am the least productive person on the planet. So much for last min shopping.
...when someone says "your poor feet" & you have to lean way over to see how swollen they are.
...when you drop something & attempt to pick it up w/ your toes, then attempt to talk the dog into picking it up for you, & finally end up leaving it there on the floor until DH gets home to pick it up for you.
...when getting out of bed or off the couch for the hourly pee sessions is an act of rolling.
Even miracles take a little time - Cinderella
...when you have to hoist your belly on the bathroom counter to lean over the sink.
...when you give up not looking miserable and just waddle on through life.
...when you thank God for flip flops, elastic, and caller ID.
...when you give up completely on clothes and wear nothing around the house but panties and a sports bra because everything else sucks.