The Highs and Oh-So-Lows

So, as most of my readers know from my previous blog, (www.pulpofitall.blogspot.com) I am a bit neurotic. I over-analyze, emphasize and under-rationalize almost every aspect of my life. So, pairing that with a fetus that is growing off my body just adds a little kerosene to the fire. I have read every book the second I found out I was pregnant (some a couple seconds before I found out…) to prepare mentally for the months/years to come. I now know What to Expect When Expecting, I Belly Laughed right along with Jenny McCarthy and my iPhone is busting with pregnancy apps that alert me every time my baby is suppose to grow and eyelash. Needless to say, I thought I was prepared. Well, as many of you mothers may know, I am in no way even remotely prepared for what treats my body had in store for me. The saddest part? I’m only four months in. Here are a couple curveballs from good ol’ Mother Nature:

1. Puking. OK, I’m not a nimrod. I knew that there would be morning sickness. What I thought it was going to be like? Maybe a slight watery puke while getting ready in the morning and then I would feel relieved and revived and go about my merry way. What it’s really like? Well, I feel like: I have the flu, mixed with a UFC punch to the guts, mixed with no food besides chocolate raised donuts looking even remotely appealing. I have puked on my garage, in my sleep, in my toilet, in the restaurant toilet…all in the same day. And considering these heaves are so powerful my bladder gives out midway… this makes for a pretty hot mess.

The funniest part about morning sickness is you are willing to try anything. And EVERYONE has a cure for you. I have chugged Coke, only to immediately have it come back up (not so fun, by the way). I have sucked lemon drops while eating crackers and chugging a Sprite at the same time. Same end result. I have eaten in the middle of the night, before getting out of bed, standing on one foot and hanging upside down from the ceiling while whispering the Rosary backwards. Still puking and now just a little more creepy.

2. Breast pain. I was prepared for the same tenderness that came along with my Aunt Flo. What I wasn’t prepared for was the feeling that Species 5 is about to take place with slimy aliens ripping through my chest.

3. Mood swings. Can I just say, “My poor, poor husband”? I have cried every single day since conception. This isn’t even remotely a stretch. I have cried because: the dog pooped on the floor, a restaurant forgot to pack my chicken dumpling soup (which resulted in me making them deliver it to my house), someone ate the last Toaster Strudel…and the most ridiculous: bawled like someone slaughtered my entire family while watching The New Girl because Zooey Deschanel is on there and my husband has a celebrity crush on her and I was jealous of her cute/dorkiness while laying in my over-sized muumuu in a shroud of Kleenex.

4. The way you don’t really feel pregnant. I don’t really feel like something is growing inside me. I mean, I feel pregnant in the, I’m-puking-crying-and-screaming-at-the-same-time kind of way. But I don’t feel the baby yet. I expected to feel like this hearth of birth right from the get-go but, really, I just feel fat and like I might need overnight surveillance at the loony bin.

5. And lastly, I just wasn’t prepared for this. I am scared in more ways than one. I am scared that I’m unknowingly poisoning my baby with something I’m eating but didn’t read about it and now it’s going to come out with no arms and I’m going to worry about it for the rest of my life. I am scared that motherhood is going to be more than I can handle. I still feel like I’m a child and a little worried that these motherly instincts just aren’t inherited. And most importantly, I’m scared of giving birth. Right now, my baby is supposedly the size of an apple. The thought of having an apple come out of any orifice of my body makes me weak in the knees. But, I have fast-forwarded to the fruit equivalent of week 40, and let’s just say I can’t even talk about it…

1 thought on “The Highs and Oh-So-Lows

  1. Peppermints helped me a lot (with sickness) and I already know you have the same pills as me…also the worst breast pain of all will come with the milk…when it comes and when it's going. I've never felt such pain as when it was time to “dry up”

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