I love to say that, or hear it even- I'm not complaining, but... Because you are complaining. Or I'm complaining. Whatever. Some of you know that Dave and I struggled to get pregnant. We were trying for quite a while before it happened and because of that, part of me feels like I should appreciate or accept everything that comes with being knocked up. But the more I think about it, the more I have to disagree with myself. There are things that suck about being pregnant and I don't have to 'like' them just because it was a bit of a journey to get here.
Thing #2 that sucks: The bloat. I know, attractive to think about, right? Well, it happens and it sucks. Right now, I couldn't suck in if I wanted to. And none of my clothes are comfortable. And I don't look cute and pregnant- I just look fat. And feel fat.
Thing #3 that sucks: The exhaustion. My friends were right- there is nothing like the exhaustion that comes with being pregnant. I've always loved my sleep and will often choose going to bed over other, more fun activities. But this is ridiculous! Trying to keep my eyes open past 9:00pm... forget about it! It won't happen! And if I do too much during the day, i.e. more than just school, I'm done for. Done.For.
Do not get me wrong. I am over-the-moon excited to be pregnant. But that does not meant that I have to love every aspect of it. And I don't.