That horrible feeling, the one where the noodles feel like they're sitting at the top of my throat, where my pants are so tight that I can't maneuver into a comfortable position, where I feel like I might hurl if I move my head too quickly, that is what I feel like ALL THE TIME.
Food tastes phenomenal, yes, but during the two hours after a meal I have to assume the fetal position and remain perfectly still.
and another one that summarizes my feelings as well
I cannot relate to women who say that they love this, that they wish they could be pregnant for years, that they have never felt more like a woman. I don't know exactly why, but there are things about this that make me feel totally disenfranchised. I have no control over my body or appetite, and I cannot do anything to improve the way I feel. The nausea is constant, the weight gain already intimidating, and my face is a plate of what I like to call Pregnant Pizza: acne, fever blisters, discolorations, and unruly hair.
So I just had to copy a few statements (written better than I can) to remind people that yes so many pregnant women put on a happy face because they happy about what's to come, but getting there is still hard. I think Heather is having a tougher time than me, but I have shared her sentiment many times :)
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I have been following dooce.com for a while now, even got Derek to read it. I just love the way she writes.
I tried to post a comment before, but it didn't work, so, will see this time.
Jamila
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