Most of you know by now that when I do remember to blog its pretty free form. I've never been that blogger than had a daily schedule or word count. Yeah, there is a bit of advertising on the page but honestly its never made me a dime and I am not (as of yet) trying to make a living blogging. I know some professional bloggers. Keeping up with content and et al is hard work. I never really saw that in my plans and even know its probably not something I'm going to commit to.
Having said that, I also read all my responses and emails so I do know I have a bit of a following. I want to thank y'all for checking even when you know darn good and well there probably isn't anything new here.
As this pregnancy moves into its final leg I'm hoping to be here (in front of my lap top) more. I know if you follow me on fb and twitter you know I'm the world's biggest pregnant cry baby. I feel all kinds of guilt about that.
So while I'm here lets talk about it.
Why do I feel guilty about complaining about being pregnant.
I guess to begin with we better start with the begining. I've talked in some places loosely about our struggle to become parents. This isn't our first pregnancy. Its just our first sucessful one. Each day I praise the Almighty for however many weeks plus days we progress. We've never made it past 12 weeks before. To be 24 weeks and 1 day...well hallelujah!!! HOLD OUR MULE!
That in and of it self is enough to make a chic fill guilty. I honestly wish I could eat every complaint I've made. Really, I do. Even when I'm sitting here mentally bitching about the ache in my back, the numbness in my limbs, the fact that at 24 weeks I'm still puking( and by proxy peeing) on myself. I hate those complaints. Because somewhere in my heart I know this is what I signed up for. This is the long haul and I'm definitely in it. I wouldn't take the alternative if you handed me a billion bucks tax free. Every day I tell myself to suck it up butter cup.
and then I complain about whatever else.
At 34 and after 8 active years of trying, well I honestly wasn't prepared. Everything I ever read, researched, heard an ancedote about...none of it means a darn thing. Everything is new and scary and strange to me. THERE IS A PERSON IN MY ABDOMAN. Ok, that was a mild freak out, but you know he has hiccups right now and he is moving and it feels so gross. No on every once said "it feels really gross when they move around."
Everyone is always like its so cool and you can feel and hear and yeah...... no. Nope. I mean yes it is but on the same token...no, no its not. Its gross and its uncomfortable and frankly, its really nasty feeling. like someone is fist...you know what lets not go there.
I know some of y'all are like " drea, suck it up." but let me tell you as much as i bitch...I'm still having a hard time with the decision that cwb and i decided to share this pregnancy publically. We've never ever done that before. There has only been one other time that we told anyone. So even though I'm complaining I'm not putting it all out there like i said I would. I'm kinda after the fact about most of it. I've been IN the hospital more than i've admitted. But i didn't want to alarm anyone so I kinda just went stayed came home and gripped about being sick.
Being in the homestretch I feel like I have a little room to breath (and I mean very little, dude this kid takes up space) so I'm slowly admitting to being sicker than just a whiney baby.
I miss writing, but I promise I am not just being a spoiled (we all know i am) incubator. There are days that I literally slept all day and I couldn't tell you when where what how or with whom anything got done.
In fact, i'm slowly peicing together parts of each month with the hubs and the roomie, because honestly I was just so sick i lost a week or so here an there.
And being stubborn and being a "worker" has been hard for me. I don't like laying around...ok wait let me correct that. I don't like laying around when it wasn't my idea to just lay around. I don't like being forced to rest. Even though i know i need to just cruise through this. I'd just started an amazing work out routine and I can't do it. ITS KILLING ME to see this treadmill standing steadfast next to my desk in my bedroom and I am resticted from it.
In the long run I know its for lil CWB to be the best lil ninja sithe punisher he can be, but I'm still pouty.
I've got several friends who are ftm and btdm ( first time moms and been there done thats moms) who are having babies around the same time as me who are doing things like hiking in the rockies, crossfit, a stage production of the wiz with three daily shows. I hate them.
I can't drive to the gorcery store with out puking.
I'm just saying that even though its almsot done and I know the "worst" and "best" parts are coming...well, yeah... i'm not always a complainer but i've been the worlds worst pregnant chic.
And even though I'm mostly smiling...its because I really can't stop the natural instinct to smile for the camera. Those smiles are hiding some fierce determination to adopt all of Cannon's Siblings.
And I feel so bad y'all. Because I asked for this glorious mess. I prayed for every bit of this with just as much passion and furvor as I'm sure Hannah Prayed. If anyone had seen me on my knees the would have thought not only was i drunk but higher than snoop dog eating brownies at willie nelson's house.
I realize that guilty mom syndrome has already set in. And Even though I'm not the first or the last and or even unique in my situation...i still can't help but be Drea about it. I'm sorry if you've been annoyed with my bitching.... actually i'm not. I worked hard to get here. To this place were I can cry randomly cuz I peed on my self five seconds after leaving the bathroom. I'm not sorry if I've acted like the only woman to ever puke standing in the shower so she can rinse of the inevitable urine.
The only people I think I am really sorry to is those who haven't or still can not realize the dream of a gift i've been given. I wish I could say with certainty "your turn is coming" I wish i could promise that it will be just like this for them someday. For those people. I am sorry if this has been too in your face. Thank you for being on this train with me regardless.
I love you
Goodnight.
Having said that, I also read all my responses and emails so I do know I have a bit of a following. I want to thank y'all for checking even when you know darn good and well there probably isn't anything new here.
As this pregnancy moves into its final leg I'm hoping to be here (in front of my lap top) more. I know if you follow me on fb and twitter you know I'm the world's biggest pregnant cry baby. I feel all kinds of guilt about that.
So while I'm here lets talk about it.
Why do I feel guilty about complaining about being pregnant.
I guess to begin with we better start with the begining. I've talked in some places loosely about our struggle to become parents. This isn't our first pregnancy. Its just our first sucessful one. Each day I praise the Almighty for however many weeks plus days we progress. We've never made it past 12 weeks before. To be 24 weeks and 1 day...well hallelujah!!! HOLD OUR MULE!
That in and of it self is enough to make a chic fill guilty. I honestly wish I could eat every complaint I've made. Really, I do. Even when I'm sitting here mentally bitching about the ache in my back, the numbness in my limbs, the fact that at 24 weeks I'm still puking( and by proxy peeing) on myself. I hate those complaints. Because somewhere in my heart I know this is what I signed up for. This is the long haul and I'm definitely in it. I wouldn't take the alternative if you handed me a billion bucks tax free. Every day I tell myself to suck it up butter cup.
and then I complain about whatever else.
At 34 and after 8 active years of trying, well I honestly wasn't prepared. Everything I ever read, researched, heard an ancedote about...none of it means a darn thing. Everything is new and scary and strange to me. THERE IS A PERSON IN MY ABDOMAN. Ok, that was a mild freak out, but you know he has hiccups right now and he is moving and it feels so gross. No on every once said "it feels really gross when they move around."
Everyone is always like its so cool and you can feel and hear and yeah...... no. Nope. I mean yes it is but on the same token...no, no its not. Its gross and its uncomfortable and frankly, its really nasty feeling. like someone is fist...you know what lets not go there.
I know some of y'all are like " drea, suck it up." but let me tell you as much as i bitch...I'm still having a hard time with the decision that cwb and i decided to share this pregnancy publically. We've never ever done that before. There has only been one other time that we told anyone. So even though I'm complaining I'm not putting it all out there like i said I would. I'm kinda after the fact about most of it. I've been IN the hospital more than i've admitted. But i didn't want to alarm anyone so I kinda just went stayed came home and gripped about being sick.
Being in the homestretch I feel like I have a little room to breath (and I mean very little, dude this kid takes up space) so I'm slowly admitting to being sicker than just a whiney baby.
I miss writing, but I promise I am not just being a spoiled (we all know i am) incubator. There are days that I literally slept all day and I couldn't tell you when where what how or with whom anything got done.
In fact, i'm slowly peicing together parts of each month with the hubs and the roomie, because honestly I was just so sick i lost a week or so here an there.
And being stubborn and being a "worker" has been hard for me. I don't like laying around...ok wait let me correct that. I don't like laying around when it wasn't my idea to just lay around. I don't like being forced to rest. Even though i know i need to just cruise through this. I'd just started an amazing work out routine and I can't do it. ITS KILLING ME to see this treadmill standing steadfast next to my desk in my bedroom and I am resticted from it.
In the long run I know its for lil CWB to be the best lil ninja sithe punisher he can be, but I'm still pouty.
I've got several friends who are ftm and btdm ( first time moms and been there done thats moms) who are having babies around the same time as me who are doing things like hiking in the rockies, crossfit, a stage production of the wiz with three daily shows. I hate them.
I can't drive to the gorcery store with out puking.
I'm just saying that even though its almsot done and I know the "worst" and "best" parts are coming...well, yeah... i'm not always a complainer but i've been the worlds worst pregnant chic.
And even though I'm mostly smiling...its because I really can't stop the natural instinct to smile for the camera. Those smiles are hiding some fierce determination to adopt all of Cannon's Siblings.
And I feel so bad y'all. Because I asked for this glorious mess. I prayed for every bit of this with just as much passion and furvor as I'm sure Hannah Prayed. If anyone had seen me on my knees the would have thought not only was i drunk but higher than snoop dog eating brownies at willie nelson's house.
I realize that guilty mom syndrome has already set in. And Even though I'm not the first or the last and or even unique in my situation...i still can't help but be Drea about it. I'm sorry if you've been annoyed with my bitching.... actually i'm not. I worked hard to get here. To this place were I can cry randomly cuz I peed on my self five seconds after leaving the bathroom. I'm not sorry if I've acted like the only woman to ever puke standing in the shower so she can rinse of the inevitable urine.
The only people I think I am really sorry to is those who haven't or still can not realize the dream of a gift i've been given. I wish I could say with certainty "your turn is coming" I wish i could promise that it will be just like this for them someday. For those people. I am sorry if this has been too in your face. Thank you for being on this train with me regardless.
I love you
Goodnight.
