Here’s a post from an earlier blog of mine… here’s to the joys of pregnancy!
For the most part, I really liked being pregnant. Call me crazy. Looking back, there are some things I want to document so I don’t forget.
First of all, I could cry at the drop of a hat. Whether I wanted to or not. It just happened. Now I can’t produce a tear to save my life.
Second, I had such a strong nesting instinct that I was seriously checking things off the list on a daily basis. I wouldn’t lounge in bed on Saturday mornings like before. I would vacuum. Same thing at work. In fact, one day my boss told me, “Brooke, this baby is giving you energy that nobody else has.” So, I tried to put on the brakes a little bit there.
Finally, towards the end of my pregnancy I had an enormous belly. And, when you’re pregnant, you have to go to the restroom every five minutes. And, the toilets in my office building are lower than your standard toilet. There were times that I thought I was going to have to yell for help. I was literally unable to stand up. There’s no leaning forward to hoist yourself up. The belly is in the way. You just have to grab onto the toilet paper dispenser and pull for dear life. Thankfully it was securely attached. Talk about feelings of helplessness.
Ah, the fond memories of pregnancy…