Why did I want to do this again?

Why is it that whenever my thoughts drifted off to pregnancy and having a new baby I always seemed to focus on the sweet frilly parts? I must be suffering from post traumatic stress from my previous pregnancy because I seem to have blocked out all the vomiting, sore boobs, constant fatigue, and extreme moodiness.

Who was I kidding when I thought that I would actually enjoy pregnancy this time? I want to. I really do. I am jealous of all the women who walk around with their cute little baby bumps and their beautiful pregnant glow, while here I am with my frumpy, bloated self, and dreadfully disgusting pizza face.

Why can’t I be one of those that dishes over how exciting it is to be pregnant, that basks in the attention brought on from a growing waistline? That looks ever so cute in the eccentric maternity fashions? I seem to be the negative nelly of the bunch because I very much dislike this whole pregnancy thing. There is nothing I particularly like about waking up and immediately heading to the toilet to dry heave for about 15 minutes before I can get in the shower only to FINALLY have something come up as soon as I step in and me having to dance around so I don’t step on the mess before it can get down the drain. And again, nothing too exciting about the “is she pregnant, or just fat” stage where nothing seems to fit and people start wondering if maybe you have been eating a little too much McDonalds lately. And let’s not forget about poor Scott who never knows when I might blow up on him for even thinking about eating one of my strawberries, and has no idea what to do when I start crying like a mad woman while we are watching a commercial about dog food. (No honey, I am not in pain, it is just so amazing how cute puppies can be!)

In all serious though, I am so thankful I actually have this opportunity to complain about the ailments of pregnancy. I am fully aware of the gravity of instantly losing something you never knew you wanted so bad. Going through all of this, and more, is nothing compared to the happiness that such a small thing can bring into your life. Once you hold that little being in your arms, pregnancy is definitely worth it.