Tuesday, 21 June 2011
A bumpy ride
This has come as a big surprise as I'm usually the person who revels in being pregnant. With the two girls, I really adored being pregnant and being big and all that came with it. I not only breezed through it, I thoroughly enjoyed every moment. Once the baby arrived, I almost mourned not being pregnant.
This time I've been sick, I've been sore, I've been exhausted. It's like the body is getting old. If truth be told, the body is getting old and I guess being pregnant twice before has taken its toll.
I'm only just over the halfway mark and I'm dragging myself around like a wounded whale. I haven't even got close to the pointy end of the pregnancy yet. I'm afraid of the next 16 or so weeks!
At the park over the weekend, a friend who had her fourth bub just a few weeks ago said to me: "I wouldn't be you for all the money in the world. Being up all night is better than dragging a pregnant body around." I kind of get what she means.
I find if I have a late night, the next morning I feel like I've been out drinking vodka all night. And just the average day brings joints that are achy, flaring heartburn and generally feeling like I'm 100 years old.
I'm missing waltzing around feeling fabulously pregnant. I think being pregnant is a young woman's game. Or maybe it's just nature's way of saying "Enough babies for you!"
Did you love being pregnant or was the experience a hard one?