This post is from my old journal (which I still use on occasion)... It amused me. I was pregnant with Ian when I wrote this... keep in mind, Tori and Ian were BOTH born in 2006. So I'd went through this for almost literally two years... Enjoy the 3rd trimester Pregnancy Rant:
Alright, I’m just so totally sick of the phrase “I know how you feel”. My husband is constantly saying this to me… CONSTANTLY. I find it not only rude and insulting, but dammit it isn’t true!
Oh wow, your finger is swollen because you were an idiot and decided not to untie and retie your shoes when you put them on. And he wonders why the backs of them wear out so quickly. I don’t think that really compares with my entire BODY being nothing more than some type of water hour glass where the swelling is either in my legs and feet or in my face and hands.
You Itch. Yes, I itch, but the difference is, actually using lotion DOESN”T HELP ME. It would you, but not me. I feel like I have the hives all the time.
Your Back hurts. Yes, my back hurts. Ya know why? Because I can’t hardly move. Because I’m wearing a 30 pound weight on my front. Because I have no abdominal muscles to help support this extra weight. Oh, and because it’s throwing my spine out of whack, I have a bunch of pinched nerves. Heck, If I sit down wrong my entire spine and whatever is around it pulses painfully with each heartbeat.
What hurts that he doesn’t have? He’s not getting the literal crap kicked out of him daily. He isn’t loosing lung capacity, which on top of a viral URI, makes it VERY difficult for me to breathe. MY heart races half the time. I get chest pain galore thanks to kiddo compressing everything. My hips hurt to move them, My knees hurt, my ankles hurt. I can’t sit without putting my feet up for more than 2 hours. I can’t even stand for 40 minutes. Otherwise my feet swell up like jet puff marshmallows. I put my feet up and it feels like I’m contracting hard both in my back and belly. But they are kind of regular, but not 4 minutes apart. MY boobs hurt horridly. I hate waking up and seeing wet spots on the bed because of laying on my chest kind of.
I’m just so sick of that damned phrase, “I know how you feel”. You can never know how I feel. There is no way you will ever understand this. Do NOT patronize me with this stupid phrase. I’ve tolerated it for almost 24 months. I’m so sick of it, I can’t take that damned phrase one more time. Not from him or any other male in existence. I’ve already made this a known fact today. Why?
I was sighing and growling that my wedding ring no longer fits… I’m going to have to soap it to get it off today. I didn’t even complain about it, I simply turned the thing because it hurt (yeah, it feels like it’s close to cutting off circulation, it hurts) and went “Geez…” then I heard that phrase. GAH!