We all have different experiences when we are pregnant. Some are wonderful and dreamy… and others are absolutely fucking horrible. You even hear of women who don’t know their pregnant until they go into labour! Ha, why couldn’t I have one of those pregnancies.
Instead, my boobs have grow to a massive 14H, my nipples are bloody itchy all the time, they have grown to the size of oranges and are sporting some interesting brown spots; which I googled and the ladies in the forum tell me it’s normal. Go figure.
Then, there’s the sex. You can’t starfish that anymore, there’s a baby growing in the way and it’s fucking uncomfortable. Everything jiggles and hurts, it’s like running a marathon without a bra.
If you thought you would be sleep deprived when the baby comes, think again. In the first trimester your so tired and exhausted that you need 10 hours of sleep a night just to function at 45%. When you factor in work and travel time, your left with barely 3 or 4 hrs to shop, cook and clean. The weekends are to catch up on house work and you guessed it, sleep. Your left wondering why would any woman in her right mind would have a baby.
I am now in the “honeymoon” stage of my pregnancy. The stage were you glow and people tell you that you look amazing, even though you have gained nearly 10kgs. The nausea is gone but my sky rocketing sex drive is taking over and I’m in a less and less giving mood, and more and more interested in only taking.
On the plus side, the house is looking less like a bomb went off and I’m more interested in my husband than I have been since I got knocked up.