1. Hub was telling a story last night, trying to make the point that I have been crabby. It went a little something like this: “so I ran in to this guy who said his wife was expecting in July. I told him Saly was in August and he asked if she’d bitten my head off yet. I thought for a minute and said, ‘well, she did wake me up in the middle of the night and yell at me for breathing. Does that count?’ “. Many laughs were had, and it didn’t matter that what actually happened was that he, being sick, took a ton of Nyquil and passed out. I woke up to find his head on my pillow snoring and breathing his cold in to my face. But I guess I shouldn’t have said anything. It’s better to think that I’m some annoying, nagging, pregnant hag.
2. 4 people have told me today how long and beautiful my hair is. It must have grown a foot overnight! I actually colored my hair 2 weeks ago screw-holes. Thanks for noticing. You’re noticing the lack of roots and grays. Yes, it is longer and shinier, because that’s typical of my pregnancy hair. But you are noticing the dye job.
3. The same 4 people have also said “WOW! You look really pregnant today! You popped over the weekend!” Let me tell you that if I have popped, we are in really big trouble. I am not even 4 months yet. Here is what you are noticing—-I am FAT. I was fat before I got pregnant. You have just made me feel like the Goodyear Blimp. I’m surprised you just don’t go and point out how awful my skin is while you’re at it.
Ok, so I’m crabby today and it’s mostly post-superbowl letdown……or regret of much crappy eating and staying up way too late, coupled with wearing heels today (STUPID!!) and my back is killing me. I’m actually still recovering from my Friday Migraine which is becoming an alarming, going to bed at 7PM and leaving Hub to deal crazy children kind of trend, and the weekend was just so rough.
I mentioned to Hub the other night that I thought this baby was trying to kill me. I wonder if that fits in to naming criteria anywhere. Sigh.
At least it’s February and suck-hole January is over.
I hope that February is not suckhole like January was. Also, regardless of what your body looked like over the weekend, maybe you really do look pregnant now? I mean, if they’re saying you popped, then obviously something has changed from your pre-pregnancy state? I hope, anyway.
I just want to pat your hand and tell you it will get better. Poor thing.
Hey, January is over, isn’t it. That’s a good thing.I think husbands just blame anything (especially negative) that we do (while pregnant) on the pregnancy. But then sometimes, it’s not that. Ugh.
I dislike the word “popped,” and especially since people say it from 3 months to 9 months.
I’m with Swistle, I hate the whole “popped” thing. Uck.
January was a suckhole. My own personal February isn’t looking any better currently, but here’s hope that your is.