I haven’t done one of these in a while, so lemme catch you up on the joy that is being pregnant..

.. aaaaand .. we’re done.  That’s it.  That’s all the joy.

That’s not fair.  I should clarify: IT SUCKS.. now.  I have no doubt that it will get REALLY cool when I can feel Lil Peep move, or when we find out the gender, or when it’s closer to and I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.

But now.. again, IT SUCKS.

What’s really getting me now about pregnancy is the flux of hormones.  I am an insane woman right now.  Bryan has been wonderful, only snapping back at me a handful of times (in response to the thousands of times I’ve snapped at him).  I hate not being in control of my mood.

The ups and downs are FIERCE.  I’m currently in a down.  I know that sounds stupid, because I am the Lil Miss Sunshine on here who constantly counts her blessings.  Those blessings still exist, no doubt.  I even had PoBoy Factory this week.

But I feel like crap.

I can’t EVER get comfortable.  I have tingly, creepy-crawly feelings in my legs any time my body rests.  I just feel out of sorts in my own skin.  I don’t want to be touched (until someone does, and then it’s never long enough), I don’t want to talk about the baby, and I don’t want to even pretend to be excited when someone does talk about the baby.  My hair looks like crap, I’m getting fat, and I CHOSE TO DO THIS.

Now, on the good days, the “ups”, it’s great.  I LOVE my body on those days.. it’s cool to watch your body adapt to cradle this little life. (Those days usually involve really good sex with my husband, because — again — I love my body more on those days than I did any days non-pregnant.) I hold my belly and talk to it, and I’m one of those ladies who gladly will tell you her due date.

But, as you can plainly see, those two days are 180 degrees from eachother.  Could you imagine living with me?  Trying to figure out which Sarah you’re talking to that day?  I don’t envy Bryan in the slightest.

So there’s week 13 for you.  Let’s hope week 14 gets here in a hurry.

I like being “out” at work.  Because it inspires people to say things like, “I would’ve never known!” and “You are one of those cute pregnant ladies!” and “You’re handling it beautifully!”.

And, admittedly, I like to hear all of those things.

Nothing has changed much at work.  I’m still the smart-ass I always am.  I still take three flights of stairs to get to my desk.  I still park in the back parking lot.  I rarely take a lunch break. (I’m going to get better about that one – I swear!)

But it’s different because I don’t feel like I’m carrying a lie. 

Now I can waddle without wondering if people have labeled me as “the tard of the second floor”.  I can hold my tummy when I need to without worrying that it’s silly-looking.  And I can admit that there’s a reason I have weird bodily noises now: “it’s the baby.”

Tomorrow.. SUSHI THURSDAY!

Totally worth reading.  And the author is HOTT.