Well, not that bad. Don’t mean to alarm anyone. I’m still pregnant, almost 24 weeks, which some people would call six months, but do the math — if you measure that way, the whole thing takes ten months which is completely depressing. A month is slightly more than four weeks, people. I prefer to date my pregnancies by counting backwards from my due date (January 24), which puts me just past five months. But it seems like forever! And that brings me to my bad news revelation.
You cute young moms who have birthed a baby or two, I hate to tell you, but after about the third one, it gets worse. You know that thing people say about the second trimester, the thing where it’s the fun/easy part? You look so cute with your little bump, you don’t feel pukey any more, you can still sleep at night, you aren’t in too much pain or discomfort? I would have agreed with that the first two, maybe even three times, but now? All bets are off.
Let me just describe month five/six with the fifth pregnancy. I look big enough that you might think I’m ready to have a baby any time. Ok, I’m not that big, but I did just meet a very cute girl who is due any day with her first, and I swear I looked as big as she did. (I definitely look as big as Nicole Kidman did at term, but probably not a good idea to compare myself to her, pregnant or not.) My belly protrudes enough that my lower back is already killing me. Actually my upper back hurts pretty bad too, which is either bad posture, or my giant chest. My hips are already achy, which I am pretty sure usually doesn’t happen until the end. And I’m exhausted.
Was that whiny enough? The trouble is, I still have FOUR months to go, and I know all of this is just going to get worse. I hope I didn’t just talk anyone out of having a big family, because the level of chaos around here is something I know many people aspire to attain. I keep trying to remind myself not to be cynical, that this baby is a miracle, that he was what I really wanted. But, I managed to complain enough to a friend at church Sunday that she showed up with dinner for my family Monday night. For shame!
I’m going to start thinking up something inspiring for my next post, because I think a rant is good for the soul on occasion, but this level of negativity better not be the headliner for long.