This morning I'm not so sure that I agree with the name of my blog. Life is seeming more miserable than wonderful. Addy is either sick or teething again and I am well aware that I have entered into my third trimester.
Pregnancy really is a cruel thing. You have your first trimester and you're sick, you're exhausted, you're an emotional roller coaster and about a million other things I won't go into (if you've been pregnant, you know, if you haven't been, my continuing could quite possibly keep it that way...lol). But then your second trimester rolls around and you feel great. Those annoying early pregnancy symptoms disappear and you have energy again, you feel great and it really is a nice time.
Enter third trimester. IT SUCKS!! I have another 13 weeks to go and already I can't breath (although the good news is that the baby likes to be in my rib cage so much that perhaps that means we won't have the struggle with him/her in the crib like we do Addy...It already likes the bars). And I just feel rotten. Achey, tired, heartburn, the sciatica has returned...
Okay, I'll stop the pity party.
I was bad last night. I brought Addy into my bed. Bedtime was more hellish than usual and with the teething I just knew she would be up alot in the night (and I was right) and the idea of getting out of bed to go to her room every half an hour was not appealing. But of course today I regret it because I know that come bedtime tonight she is going to be really pissy when I put her in her crib and she'll cry and whine and throw a tantrum because she thinks (or maybe knows is the better choice of words) that Mommy will bring her into her bed.
Is it Friday yet?
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