Woke up this morning after a particularly fitful night of rest to discover that the weather had changed dramatically overnight. Instead of a summer morning, today is shaping up to be a beautiful fall day.
Of course, all I have in my closet are summer maternity clothes. So I went on a little scavenger hunt for a pair of thick sweatpants I wore all this winter. When it hit me.
I’ve been pregnant forever.
Me, when I realized that yes, I was pregnant this winter. With the same pregnancy.
. . . not that any of my pregnancy has been easy. The title of this blog, in case you haven’t inferred, is sarcastic. Because I’m sarcastic!
I originally thought I would update this blog weekly, as an outlet for myself because I can’t talk about all the shit that stresses me out to my nonpregnant/financially stable/distant friends. Everyone has their own stuff to worry about and I’m not one of those people who feels comfortable burdening my friends with worries and issues I’ve really brought on myself. That’s what the internet is for, right?
Even though I’m lazy and haven’t documented my 29th week of gestation with my usual bump pic, it’s real. I’m almost two weeks into my third trimester and some might say into the home stretch of this pregnancy.
I might say that — home stretch — because I need gentle reminders every now and then that this shit will be over soon.