But just for kickers. Some of the things that have been swirling in this pregnant brain of mine are:
1. Weight loss ish. I realize I'm pregnant, but I still think about this area a lot, and get inundated with emails and questions about it. I don't mind that. What I do mind is when people are their own worst enemies. You wonder why you aren't losing weight? Maybe it's all that candy, or pizza, or carb-loaded dinners you're posting pictures of? Either make the choice to lose weight and really try your damndest to do it, or stop talking about it. (See? Too.much.snarkkkkk. Also? I'm jaded.)
So I leave posts like that for my super sweet, much nicer than myself, and very-good-with-words sister, Susan. She wrote an amazeballs post this week called "No More Excuses" and you NEED TO READ IT (if you haven't), like, now.
2. Pregnancy grossness. One time I referred to motherhood as unglamorous (re: baby puke on your clothes, poop-up-the-back diaper explosions, etc) on a blog post and got a comment basically insinuating that I was ungrateful and ladies are dying to be pregnant everyday. I was floored by the comment because a.) While I've not struggled with infertility, I have lost a baby and I can relate to those feelings so strongly, and I connect with woman on the daily re: loss. I totally get that longing to be a momma, and b.) Talking about the realities of motherhood is just what I do. I've always been honest. But it sucks when that can be misconstrued into one not being grateful. I am so far from ungrateful it's not even funny.
So back to the pregnancy grossness thing. Someone tweeted me saying I should write a post all about those awful things no one tells you about being pregnant/pushing a baby out/recovery. I giggled and was all "yeaaaa" because, yes, I could talk about those things. As most pregnant women/women with child(ren) could I presume. You know, like how your first poop after giving birth will likely be the death of you (see also: nightmare inducing). But I don't want those things being turned into, "oh she's not grateful".
But I could talk for days about how effing uncomfortable it is to be constipated during pregnancy, or to piss your pants while violently puking (don't say I didn't warn you), or how you might waddle worse after pushing a baby out of your vag than you did at 9.5 months(abillionyears) pregnant. And then I would pad it with, "but it's all worth it" and "you will fall so deeply in love with baby none of that will matter". Because you HAVE TO DO THAT SOMETIMES. Or else someone will call you ungrateful. Even though you are anything but.
And yes, that bothers me, sometimes. Okay, a lot.
I LOVE MY BABIES AND I ALWAYS WILL. Despite talking about how tiring/gruesome/gross pregnancy and momming can be. OKAY INTERNET?
I went and did it. I got all snarky on the internet.
It has to come out every once in a while, right? I blame pregnancy.
Good thing I have a mani & pedi scheduled tonight. Momma needs to kick her feet up and clearly relax some.
Happy Friday, friends.