Apparently I am at the point in my pregnancy where I absolutely LOSE MY MIND.
I don't remember this part with my daughter...I am pretty sure I kept going on working, and shoveling snow, and carrying loads of groceries up 3 flights of stairs without batting an eyelash.
20 was the best time ever to have a baby. I highly recommend it. Of course, there are all of those downsides, like not being in a stable enough relationship...still needing to figure out who you want to be...not having any money...etc etc etc. But health-wise?? Chances are, you haven't done too much damage to your body by the time you are 20.
30, my friends, can go either way. If you like to go to the gym, or are outdoorsy, or eat lots of salads instead of loads of butter and brie and things that cannot be classified in any way, shape, or form as a fruit or vegetable, I'm sure pregnancy at 30 will treat you just as wonderfully as 20.
I decided to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted from about 15-29 years old. I did not realize that this would end up making me feel like I'm a 90 year old walking around with a giant rock attached to my front (calm down, I love this rock of mine!). Every step I take causes me to run out of breath. I've developed gestational diabetes (which they insist is just a fluke, but I am pretty damn sure it is my punishment for not listening to my mother for over a decade...) so I get to stab my fingers 4x a day and then give myself insulin shots 2x a day to keep us in a healthy range. I also get to spend the majority of my days on the couch because my blood pressure and pulse like to hop all around, which means no more work for the time being. The whole process is so much more frustrating and tends to bring me to tears when that frustration bubbles over. I love this baby so much, and we have wanted him for so long....I just wish I could enjoy the time I have to spend with him like I was able to with my first daughter.
I know those of you who are friends with me on facebook are probably terribly sick of hearing all of my numerous complaints that pop up. I apologize for sounding like a drama queen. I am just overwhelmed with how difficult pregnancy can be and how DIFFERENT it can be from one baby to the next. No worries, though. Feel free to block me if you don't wish to see my whining, and as long as I keep doing everything I am supposed to do then we should have some new HAPPY posts in a month and a half or so!
Thank you all for sticking in there with me!
Mother and wife by day, psych RN by night. So many different ways to view life. I try to take everything in and be very slow to judge.