I’m having one of those “meh” pregnancy days. I’m achy, tired, irritable. It’s hot and muggy; we have no air conditioning at our place; there is no breeze to speak of. Our fan is dying: high speed is now a kind of “I might get around to cooling you off” speed. I’m sad and I just want to sit down with a big bowl of ice cream and cry.
I don’t know why I’m having a rough day. Maybe it’s stress. Maybe it’s just hormones. I don’t know. But right now, I keep thinking that 3 months sure sounds like an eternity at this point. If I say 12 weeks, will that make it less intimidating?
BTW, my due date is exactly 3 months from today – not that baby boy will really care to adhere to that. Do they ever?
Don’t get me wrong. I already love this kid and would do anything to protect him. I am glad we’re having him and look forward to meeting him. I truly do.
Today’s just a rough day. We all have them, I’m sure. I guess I just worry that if I’m uncomfortable and grouchy now, what will it be like in another 2 1/2 months? Good days will come & go, too. I hope.
Go ahead, laugh at me and tell me to wait until I’m 8 1/2 months and then we’ll talk. Go ahead. But while you’re at it, tell me about some of your bad days, too. You did have them, right?
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