Yes I'm pregnant. That does not mean you get to touch my belly or ask me any impersonal questions you wouldn't ask anyone else on the train.
My back throbs 90% of the time.
My feet are so swollen that once I take off my shoes at the end of the day I cannot comfortably get them back on.
Morning sickness has continued into the third trimester.... Blech x 100.
I'm being abused by this creature inside of me who seems to think it fun to kick all night and sleep all day. He also likes to jump on my bladder every few minutes so one sip of water sends me to the bathroom. I'm seriously thinking of moving my office desk into the bathroom.
I had to buy my third new bra of this pregnancy because I've officially outgrown a C cup and I really don't feel like revealing to girls to all I work with.
DS 5 seems to think there is nothing greater than running outside to greet me at the end of the day which would be fine except that our house has three steps to the porch and he loves to jump off the porch and into my arms while I'm on the steps. Yes I've asked him repeatedly not to do that.
DH doesn't understand why I absolutely MUST nap on weekends when I have a few minutes.
Dear Mom seems to think that asking for a chair pillow at work isn't reasonable accomodations. After all theres ONLY three months left.....................(growl), and that would be a waste of money to ask for it.
Dear boss wants me to come in after thanksgiving break even though I'm having a c-section that week.
I really cannot wait for the next 11 weeks and 2 days to be over with.