Diary of a knocked up knackered person about stuff.

10/12/2009

A short entry as I do not wish to go on and on...
Hello to my fellow bloggers ie. Sarah* and Fantastic Mr Steve and not forgetting the delicious Toolbox the wise!
I'm tired and feel very sick, probably because I have a person growing inside of me. I'm seven weeks gone roundabouts and due in may, woooo.
Excuse the lack of excitement. I have three other wonderful children, and this one will be loved just as equally, but pregnancy this and the last time round is no fun at ALL.
I bloody hate adverts that show stick thin women with a perfectly smoothed bronzed bump gliding their hands over it and smiling serenely as soft music plays and rainbows and stars fall about them over dewy meadows........
Excuse me?
Lol yes for all the earth mothers out there ( I was one of em!) pregnancy is a wonderful amazing beautiful thing, but it can also be depressing, tiring, and bloody hard work.
Not only have you got to think about yourself, but suddenly a brand new person you cannot see, and it is very hard.Don't eat this, you can't have that, no alchohol, no eating peanuts ( well you can unless you have a peanut allergy apparently which then would be kind of common sense?).....sighhhh
And it does not get easier the more you do it either!
My first two pregnancies were easy, except I had sciatica with my second son, and that lasted three years, but I could cope with that better than the sickness I had with my daughter last time or the constant nausea and aches and pains this new one is giving me!
The real pregnancy picture I would love to paint next to the smiling rainbow Earth Mother is one of a spotty woman with awful sickness, with achey sore boobs vomiting and looking completely exhausted ten minutes after getting up in the morning because I tell you what if they made more posters like that there might be far fewer teenage pregnancies!.
And when the nine months are up you're flung into the world of crying, nappies and milk and no sleep, which can be great some nights, and you can be woken up for three nights on the trot and just smile at your little cooing one, but the fourth night you actually want to drop kick it across to your annoying neighbours that play their god darn music SO loud at half two in the morning, and see how they like it.
ps may I just say again, I love being pregnant, I love the acne it gives me, and the extra weight piling on my already over burdoned body and the fact I went up two bra sizes in a week and it didn't cost me a penny!.... I wouldn't change my life, body or kids for the world...I earned every single wobbly bit I own!!!
cOMING Up Next week...Four children + sick tired pregnant woman = Man minus his tackle!