I feel entitled to, on the rare occasion, just gripe.
Gripe because I’m hot. I hear the news reports of the “critical” heatwave in the northeast and my pregnancy hormones want to scream back at the TV, “SO WHAT?! I live in Texas, people – it’s ALWAYS hot like that – get a fan and get over it.” But that’s not very nice.
Gripe because I’m TIRED of my back hurting. I swear I walk like a sway-backed mare. The Stowaway is riding in a ball and she’s really low in my uterus so my back is just killing me.
Gripe because I’m hungry alll the time but when I DO eat, I can’t eat more than a few mouthfuls because the Stowaway is squishing my stomach!
Gripe because the time is totally dragging. I feel like I’ve been 32 weeks FOREVER. I want her and I want her NOW.
Gripe because I don’t really want to be at work but if I go home, I’ll just be reminded I still have an entire house to pack…
Gripe. Gripe. Gripe.
I try very hard to NOT be a gripey pregnant person. In fact, it’s been remarked that I’m one of the more easy-going pregnant people some have met. This is not my first pregnancy so there aren’t very many unknowns in this (at least of the stuff I can control).
I don’t know if it’s just a combination of wishing I was home, hot, hormones, or whatever but today is a day when I just want to be anywhere but where I am.