Thank God I Don't Get Discouraged Easily

You know you've entered the really uncomfortable stage of pregnancy when:

You bypass any shoes without an inch of cushion.

"A refrigerator upstairs so I don't have to go so far," is your answer to the question, "What do you want for your birthday?" And you are serious.

Another answer to that question, mostly to the man responsible for this state is, "My tubes tied." Still serious.

When you walk into a favorite store looking at clothes that you KNOW would not fit you but the sales lady still asks if you need help you say "Yes of course I do! Can you hold this for me, tie my shoe, grab that kid, etc." Hey, she asked. Maybe you're just a little bitter about not being able to wear any of the clothes she's trying to sell you.

You leave laundry baskets by the stairs full of laundry hoping someone will shuttle them up and down for you. You do the same with your toddler who doesn't do stairs yet. And if the man responsible for you in this state is Sean he carries them all for you every time.

You limit Sonic drinks because you're determined to beat the bathroom every ten minutes curse.

You develop a new symptom too weird to share here and when you tell your doctor he says, "Well, it's just because you're so big and so close to delivering...Oh, you're not that close you still have WEEKS left...never mind. It's just because you're carrying all of the extra weight around." You're more tempted than ever to hit him but you remember that your baby's life is in his hands and restrain yourself.

You start having dreams about birthing donkeys or ducks (hilarious Jamie!) and your only real concern in the dream is that nursing either one IS GONNA HURT.

Only your XL maternity clothes fit and you're usually in the Medium range. But you couldn't care less what your body looks like and you hope the desire to beautify yourself comes back one day.

You average 4 minutes to roll from side to side in bed. And it gets more depressing every time because you glance over and see your mate sleeping on his stomach, your desired sleep position, and growl at him.

And the final way you know you've entered the really uncomfortable stage of pregnancy:

Random lady passing you in Walmart asks you how many weeks you have left and when you tell her she says, "So are THEY BOYS OR GIRLS?" Plural.


Okay girls, let me hear it. What are the uncomfortable things about pregnancy or trying to get pregnant that you've experienced? Now's your chance to complain!