I AM DISAPPOINT

I generally don't like to complain about anything concerning pregnancy; I've been blessed, twice, with pretty much not having anything to complain about anyway, and it's probably the only situation I would let someone call me a lucky bitch and not object. It makes me uncomfortable when other women do, though. When they moan and groan about their aches and pains, their swelling, their nausea. When they act put-upon and imply our say outright that their partner and/or offspring better be grateful, that they can't wait for it to be over, and when they refer to their fetus in unkind terms.

If you're the same way, skip this entry. I'll probably make myself uncomfortable, too, when I look back on it tomorrow after I'm out of this funk. But for now I need to vent.

The belly itchiness I mentioned earlier has ramped up in the last week. The surface of my belly now feels taut like a drum, sometimes to the point of pain. There's about a two inch long strip to the left of my belly button that I constantly feel compelled to check, because it feels like my skin has actually burst apart there. It has that sore kind of burning sensation that a laceration would (_really_ disconcerting, dudes). _Every_ bump and poke feels like it leaves a bruise, both inside and out. Not helped by the steering wheel now rubbing against me and I can't scoot the seat back any farther or my legs won't reach the pedals.

One of my pairs of maternity pants is actually too tight on my belly now (still lovely on the hips and legs, though) and I suspect the other is not far behind. So, I went on a little shopping binge with my birthday money and ordered some more clothes, including a dress to match my new hat I'm intending to wear at Easter.

NONE OF THEM FIT PROPERLY. Well, they - mostly shirts, and said dress - fit perfectly across my shoulders and chest, and from the bustline up they're all _super_ cute. But NONE of them fit The Bump. What the hell? I mean, despite the stretched-out feeling I mentioned above, I wouldn't consider my bump "big," I'd say I'm average for eight and a half months. I certainly haven't been getting "are you having twins?" questions or anything. I measured the other day, out of curiosity, and am currently 43" around. I remember measuring fifty something toward the end with Morgan. TEN MORE INCHES IN THE NEXT MONTH OH GOD HOW WILL I NOT BURST APART AT THE SEAMS? But anyway, I certainly wouldn't expect that maternity clothes wouldn't fit me. Unless fashion only caters to the second trimester now.

So I'm disappointed and sad because I was _so_ looking forward to having these new clothes and I'd been looking forward to their arrival all week, especially the dress. And as I said, they fit the rest of me perfectly so I don't want to just return them for the next size up, because that wouldn't hang quite right from my shoulders and I might as well just throw a tent over my head.

Pout.

I AM DISAPPOINT

I generally don't like to complain about anything concerning pregnancy; I've been blessed, twice, with pretty much not having anything to complain about anyway, and it's probably the only situation I would let someone call me a lucky bitch and not object. It makes me uncomfortable when other women do, though. When they moan and groan about their aches and pains, their swelling, their nausea. When they act put-upon and imply our say outright that their partner and/or offspring better be grateful, that they can't wait for it to be over, and when they refer to their fetus in unkind terms.

If you're the same way, skip this entry. I'll probably make myself uncomfortable, too, when I look back on it tomorrow after I'm out of this funk. But for now I need to vent.

The belly itchiness I mentioned earlier has ramped up in the last week. The surface of my belly now feels taut like a drum, sometimes to the point of pain. There's about a two inch long strip to the left of my belly button that I constantly feel compelled to check, because it feels like my skin has actually burst apart there. It has that sore kind of burning sensation that a laceration would (_really_ disconcerting, dudes). _Every_ bump and poke feels like it leaves a bruise, both inside and out. Not helped by the steering wheel now rubbing against me and I can't scoot the seat back any farther or my legs won't reach the pedals.

One of my pairs of maternity pants is actually too tight on my belly now (still lovely on the hips and legs, though) and I suspect the other is not far behind. So, I went on a little shopping binge with my birthday money and ordered some more clothes, including a dress to match my new hat I'm intending to wear at Easter.

NONE OF THEM FIT PROPERLY. Well, they - mostly shirts, and said dress - fit perfectly across my shoulders and chest, and from the bustline up they're all _super_ cute. But NONE of them fit The Bump. What the hell? I mean, despite the stretched-out feeling I mentioned above, I wouldn't consider my bump "big," I'd say I'm average for eight and a half months. I certainly haven't been getting "are you having twins?" questions or anything. I measured the other day, out of curiosity, and am currently 43" around. I remember measuring fifty something toward the end with Morgan. TEN MORE INCHES IN THE NEXT MONTH OH GOD HOW WILL I NOT BURST APART AT THE SEAMS? But anyway, I certainly wouldn't expect that maternity clothes wouldn't fit me. Unless fashion only caters to the second trimester now.

So I'm disappointed and sad because I was _so_ looking forward to having these new clothes and I'd been looking forward to their arrival all week, especially the dress. And as I said, they fit the rest of me perfectly so I don't want to just return them for the next size up, because that wouldn't hang quite right from my shoulders and I might as well just throw a tent over my head.

Pout.