Pregnancy Schmegnancy

*Disclaimer: mini pregnancy rant that may include some tmi to follow. If you are sensitive to things like this, please refrain from reading. Normal Aimee post to follow shortly.

There is a mom at our church who never fails to say, "Don't you just LOVE being pregnant?!?" every time I see her. Usually I laugh a little, or offer a smile but I don't respond with what I'm really feeling~

No, actually, I do not enjoy being pregnant.

Let me say before you gasp and go crazy on me, that I am looking forward to having this baby, to expanding our family and to all that this will bring. This has nothing to do with my feelings toward pregnancy. Let's get that straight right out the box people.

I could do without my rapidly expanding waistline, the sore feet, the cramps in my hamstrings, being hot all the time, randomly breaking out in sweat multiple times a day, the hugeness of the boobage area (sorry if this is tmi for you), my clogged nose and harder breathing (due to the baby being smushed against my lungs), the pressure in my lower abdomen every time I move, having to pee all the time, tossing and turning at night because a comfortable position alludes me, the difficult time bending down or doing something as simple as tying my own darn shoes, the intense acid reflex in my throat, the Bell's Palsy that refuses to go away, being tired all day every day, having to deal with cord bank people on the phone, constantly going to the doctor and having to find a parking space, not drinking an ice cold ice tea in this heat and missing out on camp, to name a few.

I am looking forward to meeting this little guy and to moving into this next phase with Blane. We have a beautiful nursery that is just about ready, but would suffice if he came before it was completely finished. The support and love we have from both sides of the family is overwhelming, in a good way. I don't think there could be a better situation for this baby to be born into. We are definitely blessed. As far as the whole pregnancy thing goes...maybe next time I'll just hire one of those gestational carriers to do the leg work for me. Just a thought ;)

7 weeks and counting,

Aim