Apparently, the Third Trimester is the “I Hate Being Pregnant Trimester”

My third trimester just began, and a complete change came over me almost as soon as it started.  Gone are my blissful second trimester days of singing to my tummy, keeping my house clean, and walking around with a smile on my face.  Whoever that woman was, she has been replaced with a surly, weepy, angry whale that swims disconsolately around our tiny, horrible, stinky rental house with a gray raincloud over her head. Literally a gray rain cloud, because the weather here has settled into the standard January gloom that digs deeps into the bones of all residents and causes us to either contemplate suicide or stay in a half-drunk stupor until July.  That’s right, I said July.

Today is my husband’s birthday, and I managed to heave my bulk out of bed and make him breakfast.  He then skipped off to do his customary nerdy things that he does on the weekends (play video games, play with his 3-D printer, write code on his laptop while giggling).  He is totally happy and has done nothing wrong – he’s been patient and sweet to me for the last 7 months, and yet, I want to throw him out of the house.  My cat, Jean-Baptiste, is sitting on the couch staring at me with huge green eyes and I want to scream at him “Go to hell you striped, lazy moocher!”  To distract myself from homicide and felinecide, I left the house and went shopping but as it turns out, hanging out with a bunch of waif-like shop girls doesn’t really make me feel better.  When one them asked cheerily “how did those fit?” as I handed back the two size large shirts I couldn’t squeeze myself into I snapped “I’m pregnant – nothing fits!” as if it were her fault.

Obviously, the only remedy for my bad mood is an afternoon of tacky television and a bag of chocolates, but I have things I should be doing.  I should be working on the magazine that I write for, cleaning my bathroom, or I dunno, making an apple pie while blue birds come and arrange my hair for me.  The thing is, third trimester me doesn’t want to do anything.  I don’t want to eat any more, watch any more goddamned TV, or look at any more blogs full of hysterical, preachy advice on parenting.  I want to cry and whine, and storm my doctor’s office, demanding that I be delivered from this child!

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Apparently, the Third Trimester is the “I Hate Being Pregnant Trimester”

  1. I’m nearly 32 weeks and this has been me for like the last month. I don’t know how I’m going to get through another 8 weeks. I can honestly say I hate being pregnant! Pregnancy has put me off having more children as this is my first experience of pregnancy and I don’t like it one bit.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s