- 5 years ago
- Wedding: October 2010
During my first pregnancy, I had a really rough time at the end of it, but I was in and out of doctors all the time for blood pressure issues, they kept threatening to have to deliver the baby early, so I just chalked it all up to that.
However, this pregnancy is picture perfect, and I am in a serious funk.
DH wakes me up at 8 ( I get to sleep in, which is great!) I jump out of bed, puke (morning sickness is back, and that just seems rude), and then I make a bottle for DD. I stand at the sink and wash the dishes from the night before while she’s eating her bottle, then I scarf a granola bar to stop the nausea and make her breakfast.
DH leaves the house at 8:45 for work.
DD and I go about our day, which is not so bad, usually, except for the fact that I get lonely when DH doesn’t come home again until somewhere between 8:30p.m. and 11p.m. We eat dinner (or a snack, if I’ve already eaten) and then go to bed.
That’s Monday through Friday.
Yesterday, my Mom came over (who I have a long list of issues with) and said to me “When you have [this baby] are you finally going to be done being so disgustingly fat?”
This completely floored me, because (1) I’ve lost a lot of weight (50+ pounds) since getting pregnant with DD, and now that i’m pregnant with DS, I’m continuing to either lose, or not gain. The doctors have all commented how fantastic i’m doing at managing my weight during pregnancy. (2) DH had just told me the other day what a big difference he can see in me from our wedding pictures two years ago, so I was actually feeling good about that and (3) Just ouch.
So, if I wasn’t feeling crappy before, I sure am now. I want to run away from home this weekend, go get a haircut, sit down and drink a whole coffee, and maybe even see a movie. But I don’t want to run away from DH, since this is the only time I get to see him.
Basically, I just have a big fat case of the blahs.