30 weeks & so over it!

Let this post serve as a reminder to my future self to NOT GET PREGNANT EVER AGAIN!  Nature will trick you, make you forget.  Through some evil biological miracle, you will be deceived into believing your last two pregnancies were nothing but sunshine, rainbows, and dancing garden gnomes.  Or at the very least, you will be lulled into thinking that "this time around will be better."  If and when that time comes, Stephanie, read this post.  And then kick nature in the butt and just say no!

I won't go on to complain about every ailment that plagues me.  Let's just say it's no fun, and that the next 10 weeks can't go by fast enough.  I know, I know...then come the sleepless nights, the incessant crying, the constant feedings, and the hard work.  But let me tell you, that all seems like a walk in the park compared to what my body has been enduring for the last seven months.

Not that it's ALL bad.  It just mostly is.  I do rather enjoy my baby bump, which I fortunately wear pretty well and which also serves as a convenient device to draw grins and extra polite behavior from the strangers I encounter.  And of course feeling and watching Zoey move around in there is a blast, but mainly because it reminds me that one day I'll get to hold her in my arms and smother her with lurve.  That's right, lurve.  See, pregnancy also makes you crazy!

And let me state, for the record, that I do realize I am extremely fortunate to have, by all medical accounts to date, what has been deemed a healthy baby in there.  And that despite feeling more and more like a 90 year old man every day, I too am for the most part in good health.  It's just that it's very easy to forget sometimes when the list of gross symptoms you are experiencing just goes on, and on, and on...

Anyway, here's me a few days ago, at 30 weeks.  Don't let the smile fool you - I am not a happy camper!

 30 weeks and mustering a smile