Tuesday, January 20, 2009
All of a sudden, I'm hating being pregnant.
I hate that the maternity jeans that I bought are too tight. Yes, the stretchy ELASTIC is cutting into my fat and looks and feels atrocious.
I hate that I married a man that is effortlessly good looking and has a great body. Okay, that's not fair, aside from when I'm pregnant, I love that he's hotter than the sun and has a sexy flat tummy. But I feel so gross next to him right now. I'm rapidly approaching the same weight as he is, my hips each have their own zip code, and I need 27 coats of makeup before I even feel like I can stand next to my husband.
I literally have been on the verge of tears all day.
I keep telling myself that a year from now I'll be on my way to feeling normal again. But it's really not helping. I don't want to share my body anymore. I love this little urchin growing inside me, but I hate what it's doing to me physically and emotionally.
I just want to get away, go live by myself for the next 16 1/2 weeks on some warm island. I don't want to be in Indianapolis, where it's cold and miserable, and I'm cooped up 24/7 with kids suffering from cabin fever, and a husband who is so good looking he makes me want to puke.
Gah. I promise a happier post tomorrow, things ALWAYS look better in the morning, right???
1 comments:
One of my closest friends, who is due in March, just called me with similar concerns as the ones that you have written in this post. I wish I knew something to say to make you feel better! In 16 and a half weeks, you will have a precious little munchkin in your arms, and you will be on your way to feeling better. You lost the weight the last two times, you'll do it again:) I remember marveling at how quickly you lost the weight with Nicholas and how great you looked. I need some of that motivation! You're allowed to have these moments, that's what makes it real. SEnding hugs your way!
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