and all that crap....
I'm tired
I'm cranky
My back hurts
I'm emotional
I'm tired of watching reruns
I can't drive without feeling like a whale
When are these babies going to be here...so I'll be able to be sleep deprived on top of it all
The dogs are driving me crazy
I'm sure I'll be Susie sunshine tomorrow but today my pregnant emotional state is definitely Debbie downer.
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And yes your husband keeps making fun of you and laughs often. C'est la vie! I still love you more every day.
HI Debbie :) Found your blog through Jenny's- Happy New Year to you, feel well!
Suh-weet!
YOU get to be Debbie Downer.
Hugs!
You're not Debbie downer: you're just pregnant with twins! And you're in the home stretch, which is simultaneously totally awesome (like, fer sure) and well, kind of awful.
Examples: I was convinced my pelvis was going to shatter (oops: belated TMI warning) in the last six weeks. (It didn't.)
And I thought I would DIE if I couldn't eat a whole platter of brownies, which my blood sugar rendered verboten. (I didn't.)
Not to mention the fact that I was just constantly petrified that the twins would arrive too early and underweight because I wasn't gaining enough. (They didn't.)
My point, and I do have one, is that you'll be FINE. It will all be wonderful, but Tom Petty was oh, so wise when he said that the waiting? Is the hardest part.
Hang in there. Be as grumpy as you wanna be. (We really need to get your cute husband and mine together for a beer, or twelve, and some bonding.) Keep gestating like the total champ you are. And call me ANYTIME you wanna talk.
Enormous hugs to you...
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