Too Much Too Quick

Alright, people. I don't care who you are, if you are one of those women who think pregnancy is just the "most wonderful experience" or you claim to have "never felt better," I either think you're extremely lucky or in some serious denial. I must admit, feeling the occasional kick is kind of cool, and thinking about the mere fact that you are creating a new life is incredible, but overall the 9-month trip is not that cool.

I haven't thrown up in 2 weeks (knock on wood), but I still feel like a rotting vegetable. I can't sleep more than 2 hours at a time. My back feels like it's broken in every place possible. I am exhausted always. I can't even walk fast without feeling like barfing. And the latest development -- my midsection is so tight and full that I can't even lay flat or stand up straight without pulling a muscle or ripping my stomach skin apart. Seriously, my stomach grows an inch a day, and my poor body can't keep up. It feels like it's bursting at the seams! Stretch marks, here I come.

I don't at all write this in hope of provoking sympathy from others, I simply have to document my true feelings. Please, don't feel sorry for me. Although it hasn't been the bliss some women claim pregnancy to be, I am still so grateful that I can be pregnant, have a healthy baby boy, and not be hospitalized (yet) in the process. I love this baby more than anything, and I wouldn't trade being pregnant for anything. I just have to believe what I am told almost daily: "It's all worth it."