Welcome world! Welcome to the frighteningly irreverent, non-judgmental, explosive diarrhea of a headache I call my pregnancy. OK, that sounded bad. It’s not that bad. I’m just trying to break the ice.
As you probably could have guessed, I’m a pregnant woman at the ripe old age of 28 and I have a lot to say about that. I have a lot to learn about that too. Hence, why I am sharing my every last thought with the world, unedited, mind you.
I had the idea to start this blog today on the toilet. Nope, I’m not going to beat around the bush…I was on the toilet – a public one (even grosser). The thought came when I once again experienced the “la, la, la…look at me getting so much work done in my cubicle…la, la, llllaaaaaaa – holy mother of GOD, I have to PEE” feeling. And, you get up from your seat and have about 11 seconds (I haven’t timed it, but I’m guesstimating) to get your pregnant butt onto a toilet seat. Well, this was a day when I barely – and I mean barely – made it. As I sat there I wondered, “Do other women do this? Does it bug them as much as it bugs me? Am I being completely irrational?” (OK, don’t answer that last part)
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had plenty of pregnant friends and have hung out with a good number of babies in my day, but I gotta admit, growing my own is way different. I have a friend who just went through the most difficult labor I could ever imagine. I have a friend who has experienced baby-heartbreak. I have friends who didn’t know they were pregnant until very late into it. I have friends who only focus on the good, who only focus on the bad, and who steer pretty well towards the middle of the road. Everyone has a story and mine is nothing special. There is nothing dramatically wrong with me (I’m Type I Diabetic, but that’s in pretty solid control) and I can feel my baby boy kick on a regular basis. But, in this world, everyone has a different outlook on growth, and mine just happens to vary quite drastically from day to day.
“The Pregnancy Diaries” is basically a monologue of my thoughts (err, brain spasms) as I go through the weeks. I welcome your comments and advice. In fact, being that my baby-growing knowledge is pretty much at the level of a 2nd grader, I’ll be inviting that advice.
Stick with me – rumor has it, the end result is pretty darn worth it.