So, for those of you that are unaware, I have become very masterful at the art of complaining. Actually, I shouldn't call it an art, because it takes no talent whatsoever. In the month and a half that I have been nauseous (or nauseated, as Anderson would say is the more appropriate word), I have most likely succeeded in convincing all of my friends and family that having a child is incredibly unpleasant. I hope the child itself is unaware of how unpleasant its development has been for me thus far. It's very frustrating because I would like nothing more than to enjoy all the changes that my body is going through and focus on the amazing reality of a life growing inside me. But, if you haven't caught on, the CONSTANT NAUSEA makes this difficult. Today has been particularly bad, even though I am past the first trimester and should be reaching the end of morning sickness. Hint, hint, body.
This pregnancy is by far the strangest thing that has ever happened to me. And I think part of the complaining is my way of dealing with the baffling changes. I'm forgetful. I can't focus. I'm tired a lot, but have trouble sleeping. My digestive system is wacky. I feel like I have to pee all the time even though I don't. My stomach is getting a little bulgy. And man, I thought people exaggerated about the hormonal emotional rollercoaster of pregnancy, but they did not. No sir, they did not. Emotional moments on TV or in books have me in tears. Things that Anderson says that normally I would laugh at make me cry. I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time, but didn't cry until an hour later.
There's a lot that sweet and exciting and amazing. Last night Anderson and I were reading about how talking to the baby before it's born and playing music for it helps it to become a genius baby! But then I'll read something about breastfeeding or birth, and I'm like, grooooosssss.... Seriously. There are some things I wish I could go back and remove from my brain. But I will spare you the details. Unless you want them, and then I will share and you will be disgusted.
So, yeah. Even though I'm the oldest of 7 kids and watched the birth of 3 of them, even cutting a cord for one, and even though my sister just had a baby less than a year ago, I still had/have no idea what to expect with all of this...