sick of this part

I have had a couple requests for pictures of my belly, but I always find excuses to not take pictures of myself. I'm either too busy to think about it and when I'm not busy I usually don't look photo-worthy. Tonight was one of the non-cute-looking nights. So I will try to look cute tomorrow and post a picture. Actually, I should be really busy because I have a ten page paper due on Saturday that is not even half way finished, but I'm having a hard time staying focused and writing what I want to write.

Anyway, here's an update for you: I'm sick of being pregnant.

If you were to ask me in each trimester how I was feeling, this is how it would go:

First trimester - "I feel sick and tired and I don't have energy to do anything. But mostly good." Not much to say here mostly because I can't even remember the first trimester. It seems like that was ages ago.

Second trimester - "I feel AWESOME!" (I remember telling Scott once that I could be pregnant forever if this is how it was going to be.) The second trimester is seriously the best. Not too big but people can see your belly, still able to move around comfortably, still able to sleep through the night without waking up to go potty. I sometimes wish I was back in those days, but then that would mean that I would have to endure the third trimester again. So I take that back.

Third trimester - "This is horrible." Actually, I really tell people that I'm feeling great, but that's not the truth. Everything is so much harder. Little things like putting on my pants in the morning or shaving my legs have become almost impossible. Plus I don't get much sleep because of my constantly full bladder. Sometimes I even have to have Scott push me out of bed in the morning. Braxton Hicks contractions are seriously annoying and probably the only good thing about this trimester is that it means I'm almost done! That and feeling the baby kick. That never gets old, even when his head hits my bladder or he gives a little kick to my ribs.

I am just mentally ready to have this baby, even though realistically we're not. We still have a lot to do before he comes, so I'm hoping he'll hold out for a few more weeks. But that may not be the case because I went to the doctor today and my blood pressure is a teeny bit high. So if it's too high when I go in next week, I'll have to be induced early. Even though I'm not dilated one half of a centimeter or thinned out at all (which was kind of disappointing). So for now, I'm just kind of trying to take it easy and drinks lots of water so my feet don't swell like they did that one time you all remember (luckily they haven't since then).

Anyway, I will try to look cute tomorrow and post a picture of my belly for you all to see. It's getting pretty huge! Someone said to me the other day, "I just don't know how your belly is going to get any bigger!" Thanks, but even though I'm pregnant and supposed to look like that, I'm still sensitive to comments about my body looking massive. It doesn't help either when people say, "Well you're supposed to gain weight. You're pregnant!" I now know never to say those kinds of things to a pregnant woman because she is even more hormonal and crazy-emotional than before (if you thought that was possible).