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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

EXPECTING!

Naturally after having my last two kids who are now teenagers, I always said to people (who thought I was crazy for even thinking it) that I wanted to have another baby.  So this summer when I  discovered I was having another baby because I finally found a good man, I quickly realized that I was full of sh*t. Now don't get me wrong, babies are great,but they are even better when you are in your twenties. Otherwise when you are in your thirties (like me) being pregnant feels more like being tortured for nine months.  If I had my way, I would have skipped the whole pregnancy part and jump to the labor part. Can you say epidural? 

Although I have been pregnant before, and I knew exactly what I was getting myself into, but for some reason there were certain things that had been erased from my memory bank about pregnancy.  The first three months (the first trimester) felt like a real horrible scary movie. As a result, I started calling the baby "Chucky," because I felt like the little monster was purposely trying to drive me insane. My daily routine consisted of throwing up, and eating things like plain bread or nachos dip in hot sauce. More throw up, crying and wishing I was dead. I could not keep anything in my stomach for too long.  In fact if I smelled it before I ate it, it was pretty much guaranteed I was going to throw up.  

At times I wanted to peel off my nose.   Oh, and let's not forget the back pains, and the aching pain in my breasts  that took away all the fun of having gigantic boobs!   And did I mentioned the lack of sex drive.  And yet I read online that pregnancy made you hornier, but for me my sex meter was down to a big fat zero!  I did not even want "that thing"  close to me.  Of course it goes without saying that I became very good at performing other things, if you know what I mean.  Otherwise I would have had one pissed off boyfriend on my hands.  

Now that I am in my second trimester,(month six) thank God, I am glad the torture is finally over. I am happy to report that I am  starting to feel human again.  I no longer throw up as much, instead I eat like a pig because I am hungry all the times. My bionic nose (as I like to call it) can still smell everything, but not to the extreme like before. The only thing that has not changed is the lack of sex drive. I still can't stand it!  

I will keep you posted. 


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EXPECTING!

Naturally after having my last two kids who are now teenagers, I always said to people (who thought I was crazy for even thinking it) that I wanted to have another baby.  So this summer when I  discovered I was having another baby because I finally found a good man, I quickly realized that I was full of sh*t. Now don't get me wrong, babies are great,but they are even better when you are in your twenties. Otherwise when you are in your thirties (like me) being pregnant feels more like being tortured for nine months.  If I had my way, I would have skipped the whole pregnancy part and jump to the labor part. Can you say epidural? 

Although I have been pregnant before, and I knew exactly what I was getting myself into, but for some reason there were certain things that had been erased from my memory bank about pregnancy.  The first three months (the first trimester) felt like a real horrible scary movie. As a result, I started calling the baby "Chucky," because I felt like the little monster was purposely trying to drive me insane. My daily routine consisted of throwing up, and eating things like plain bread or nachos dip in hot sauce. More throw up, crying and wishing I was dead. I could not keep anything in my stomach for too long.  In fact if I smelled it before I ate it, it was pretty much guaranteed I was going to throw up.  

At times I wanted to peel off my nose.   Oh, and let's not forget the back pains, and the aching pain in my breasts  that took away all the fun of having gigantic boobs!   And did I mentioned the lack of sex drive.  And yet I read online that pregnancy made you hornier, but for me my sex meter was down to a big fat zero!  I did not even want "that thing"  close to me.  Of course it goes without saying that I became very good at performing other things, if you know what I mean.  Otherwise I would have had one pissed off boyfriend on my hands.  

Now that I am in my second trimester,(month six) thank God, I am glad the torture is finally over. I am happy to report that I am  starting to feel human again.  I no longer throw up as much, instead I eat like a pig because I am hungry all the times. My bionic nose (as I like to call it) can still smell everything, but not to the extreme like before. The only thing that has not changed is the lack of sex drive. I still can't stand it!  

I will keep you posted.