Pity Party

Warning: This is my pity party. You are welcome to join or you can turn and leave now. You’re staying? Great, grab a coke and some popcorn. Here I go:

I am exhausted. I really feel like I haven’t slept in days even though I’ve been getting a lot of sleep at night. I normally go to bed about 10 and sleep until 6:30. Yes, I get up 15 times a night to go to the bathroom, but I practically sleepwalk (sleep-pee??) through that. I nap when I get home from work and even on my lunch break, but I just don’t feel rested. It’s a very different kind of tired from the 1st trimester, too. I was really tired then, too, but it was almost like a nourishing sleep every time I passed out on the sofa or spent the early afternoon taking a nap. Now, I sleep to try to survive the day.

This tiredness makes me cranky. I try really hard not to be, especially to Chris because he has so much to put with! (I'm know I'm not the easiest wifey around, but he knew that, too when he married me!) Unfortunately, he normally takes the most of it. He’s a Godsend – when he’s not annoying the hell out of me. And when he is annoying the hell out of my, I want to hit him with the remote. I’ve thought about it. Not gonna lie. I haven’t done it. Yet.

And on top of everything else, I’m sore, too. Sometimes, it’s painful to walk. Sometimes, it’s painful to lie down. Really, when you pregnant, you’re totally screwed because any way you sit, stand, or lay can hurt. I waddle, too. I didn’t think I did, but I’ve been told that I do. Fantastic.

I’m not saying it’s not worth it because it totally is…and I know once the baby gets here, I probably won’t get to catch up on my sleep too much, but I am looking forward to feeling like a normal person again. Normal people are sleep-deprived, but at least they don’t waddle and they don’t fantasize about breaking a remote over their husband’s ass (at least I didn’t do that before). Thank you for listening. Now please pass the Doritos.