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:
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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!
