Beginning to feel akin to a whale, or a house. Am feeling
exhausted about 95% of the time. In fact, the only time I do not feel exhausted
is when I am asleep. I can hear my heartbeat and feel it reverberating through
my body with every breath that I take.
Starting to get pretty pissed off with pregnancy books.
Every week I’m reading, “Great! So given that you’re well into the second
trimester, you’re probably feeling great right?! This is optimum time during
pregnancy, as the early symptoms at the beginning have worn off and you’re not
yet too big. Go you, the blooming, glowing pregnant lady!”
Well you know what? Fuck you too. I am feeling neither blooming
nor glowing. I am a lumbering, graceless wreck with a near permanent headache.
To every person that has told me what a wonderful time pregnancy is, and how
much they miss it: please, do take over. You can carry this baby if you really
want.
I, of course, am not serious. Every time I think about this
life I’m growing inside, every time I feel the baby move and kick about, I am
unbelievably thankful for this incredible experience that I’m going through.
I just want to go back to sleep.
