Ravings of a Pregnant Woman

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Pregnancy.  The start of a new life.  An absolutely beautiful thing.  Where you can feel the beautiful baby stirring within you.  Don't get me wrong it's glorious.  I love it, but it is also frustrating,

Even if you omit the constant nausea that accompanies the first trimester and the breasts that feel like they're going to explode every time your daughter or your cat decides to walk or crawl directly over them.  Sometimes it's like being trapped in a monstrous B****'s body.


Prior to pregnancy you were sweet and patient and calm and ready for anything but something about the potion of hormones coursing through your bloodstream make you into a person you aren't.


The husband you so lovingly created another life with- who you love beyond anything- is suddenly a man who can't get anything done.

I mean how dare he sleep in?  How dare he hang out with his brother while fixing the suburban you demanded he fix prior to baby's birth?  How dare he empty the litter box a day later than you asked?
Pretty much how can he do anything?

See-even writing this I'm again confronted with how ridiculous I sound.  Even when I'm "in the moment" and feeling so grumpy I know I'm not myself.  I know I'm overreacting but it just doesn't stop.  It just flows out in continuous word and emotion  vomit.  

This morning I've been in one of those funks.  I've barely spoken 20 words to my husband because for some godforsaken reason I'm upset at him again and yet all I want to do is to snuggle him all day.
So there you have it.  The pregnant woman is a walking contradiction and is fully conscious of the fact.  So before you get completely frustrated with me..with us.. remember that we are not only creating a new life(lives) but we are also brewing some strange concoctions of emotions and hormones and that maybe we need a little bit of your patience and love because we see who we are being and we don't like it.

Much love,
Claire 
xxoo