Throughout life I have always heard that pregnant women are beautiful. Their skin is glowing. There is an abundance of energy, hair and nails looks fabulous...blah, blah, blah. So my question is, where is it and why has it skipped over me? I am not seeing or feeling ANY of these things. For starters it's 8,000 degrees outside. That alone in itself makes me miserable. Then you add on the fact that I ache constantly. My back hurts, my ankles hurt, and everyday at about the same time I get a headache. I am tired...no make that exhausted. My skin is a mess and my nails are just as brittle as before. I do not feel beautiful. One look in the mirror reminds of that. I overall feel angry about the whole thing.
Don't get me wrong, I am in no way angry towards the little girl that is causing me to feel this way. I know that once I see her face all of my ill feelings will melt away, and I will most likely go through all of this again one day. I am just saying that at this moment in time I despise pregnancy and all it brings with it.
Right now as I type this there is one thing I am thankful for. Thank the Lord I am not an elephant because then I would have to be pregnant for 22 months. 22 months!? I have never felt so sorry for an animal in my life.
