Shef and I are pretty excited about his impending big brotherhood. We've both wanted to add to our family for awhile now, so the joy we feel is great.
Of course, even though I am grateful and happy, I’ve also been a miserable disaster. I feel sick, I’m already fat, my boobs are bursting out of 95% of the shirts I own, and of course, my hypochondria is in full effect.
It’s not like I’d forgotten how much I hate pregnancy in the four years since I've done it, but god, I really, really hate it.
I told Rachel that this nine-month odyssey is the equivalent of my trek to the top of the black and scary mountain to drop the ring into the fiery pit.
Sometimes, when I’m being extra pathetic, Dan calls me a “brave little soldier.” Let’s just make one thing clear from the outset: I have no intention toughing any portion of this out.
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Cari, I think chemo sounds harder and shittier than pregnancy.
Probably I should have whined so hard-core in this post.
Whine away, you brave little soldier!
I"m excited! Yeeha!
Yay KC! I'm so excited for you, and I'm with you on the pregnancy thing. It is really not a good time--not NEARLY as much fun as I always thought it would be. I have been set straight. Whine away. Congratulations!
By the way, I've been watching Lord of the Rings lately thanks to your comment about pregnancy being like throwing the ring into the fiery pit. It makes me feel better about my own pregnancy pains. I do fancy myself Frodo. (Though I'm not sure even Frodo could have made his way to Mordor with sciatica pain, spreading pelvic joints, and heartburn. Which I believe makes US even MORE awesome than Frodo).
Does this make me Sam? :)
So happy for you. You know that.
I am so happy for you too. And you are barely showing. What great timing too--a May baby.
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