Please forgive me, but my diary’s are not going to be spectacular or inspirational or whatever the coming weeks. Because my god, the only thing I am is tired. Nothing more, nothing less. My pregnancy leave has started earlier than planned because my body decided to be not such a start at carrying a baby. At first there was relief, because I could finally focus on making the babe, preparing for the birth and doing pregnancy yoga (I hope no one ever has to see me do that – not charming, but oh so good). But now…
I wished my pregnant self would look a bit like this:
All shiny and fabulous and all. Like – oh that bump? Yeah, I’m currently 8 months pregnant and still kicking ass you know, just doing my thanggg. Turns out, the first 4 months of my pregnancy are representative for the last 2.5:
All joking aside, the feeling of guilt that sometimes comes rolling in as a wave is very overwhelming for me. I love to work. I love to start new projects. To write, to read, to work out and to have romantic dates with my boyfriend. But now? Nothing. Literally guys. I now schedule one thing to do a day, and one walk of approximately 1 hour a day to stay in shape a bit. And that’s it. I re-watched Desperate Housewives, Sex and the City (thanks Eva :-)), saw all the latest documentaries and have a constant supply of very clean clothes and bedsheets – must be that nestling-thing.
This is not a holiday. I can’t wait until the baby is here. Until I can get back upon my feet and feel my old self again. This is not to discourage you to have a baby or something, but it is my honest experience with pregnancy. I am like an emotional wreck, my body is not my own now hormones have taken over completely and I am sick of being sick. And it’s all for ‘a good cause’ and of course I love my baby and I want her to stay inside for at least 3 more weeks. But can I just say – no babyshower for me, but a post-pregnancy-yay-baby-party? Where can I order the balloons and confetti? Can’t wait to celebrate!
Oh and by the way, all those rumours about not being able to talk about anything else but babies and pregnancy once you get to your third trimester? SO TRUE. Because some exciting things are still going on, and I am still building up some new projects. But please bare with me now. Because I want to talk about babies now.
Can you hang on just a little longer? By the way, any of my readers coming to the Hive this April? It’s a super awesome conference for bloggers and storytellers in Berlin -> I’ve got my ticket already and am planning to join (I will start pre-sleeping now, bye!).