Preggy Woes

I sometimes think that there must be something very wrong with me coz I do nothing but complain about being pregnant. They say it’s supposed to be a wonderful time because you’re bringing a new life into this world. It makes me feel guilty… am I ever going to be a good mother when all I seem to do is carp about all the discomforts I’m feeling and the sacrifices I have to make?

But before you give your two cents worth, allow me to do a little bit of justification for my irrational behavior. This is, after all, my first pregnancy.

What gets me most are the discomforts. It ranges from nausea, dizziness, frequent urination (try having to wake up 5 times at night just to pee!), hyperpigmentation (getting dark in places where the sun don‘t shine,) nasal congestion, vomiting (I have to chew food slowly or else…), excessive salivation (drooling like a rabid dog), heartburn, gassiness (BURP!!!), constipation, constant hunger and most of all, LAZINESS!!!

I’ve turned into a couch potato. Everyday, I sit rooted to the sofa with my eyes glued to the idiot box, watching nothing but TFC or repeating my hubby’s collection of old dvd’s (we really need to get cable tv). Or I surf the net and read other people’s blogs or post in mine. Our phone bill’s skyrocketed because of me and now we’ll be switching to DSL so I can surf to my heart’s content. Or I’ll re-read the books I have here (our budget for my book addiction is only 1 or 2 per month).

I already miss my badminton. Just when my game had become really good… now it’s going to suffer. My flat abs are now non-existent (will I get it back after?). I miss being able to eat whatever I want especially all the unhealthy junk that I enjoy.

And there are days that I feel so glum without even knowing why. And days when I’m a complete bitch.

Would it be possible to go on hibernation or a state of trance for the next 6 months then snap out of it when it’s time to give birth? Or maybe I can skip that, too, and just wake up with my baby in my arms? Ha, I wish!

But there’s hope. I can blame it on the hormones, my Ob-Gyn said. And I’m almost at the end of my first trimester and things are supposed to get better after this stage (PLEASE, Lord). Maybe then I’ll stop feeling so shitty and begin enjoying this miracle that’s happening to me. I’ll let you know.