Pregnancy Is Different Than I Thought It Would Be

Okay, I’m just going to come right out and say it. I AM SO TIRED OF BEING PREGNANT. I’ve been avoiding blogging because I didn’t really want to admit it, but I want to be honest with you guys.

It started around week 30. We were in Colorado and hiking was going just fine, but the drives up the mountain to the hiking trails were really starting to get to me. Being in a car was incredibly uncomfortable, specifically in my right-rib region. I figured it was because we’d driven 14 hours in one day to get to Colorado and then spent time everyday from there on driving to the mountains before beginning our hikes, and this uncomfortablness (not quite pain, but yeah, it kinda hurt) would eventually go away. I was only feeling it in the car so this seemed logical.

Then we got home from Colorado and the uncomfortablness/pain did not go away. It went from being something that I only felt in the car to something I felt pretty much any time I was sitting for a semi-prolonged period (more than 30 minutes) and THE DAMN RIB PAIN IS STILL HERE. Have I mentioned that I work in an office so I sit at a desk for 8 hours a day? So I’m uncomfortable more often than not now.

Ross and I agreed at first that I should still be happy – my first and second trimesters we pretty much perfect and this is the first real complaint I’ve had, so I should consider myself lucky. Well those feelings disappeared right around the 32 week mark. You can only be so positive-thinking about pain for so long. Or at least I can, and that amount of time has surely passed.

Before becoming pregnant I was obsessed with pregnancy. I noticed (and stared at) every pregnant woman I saw in public and read soooooo many pregnancy blogs. I was convinced I knew what was coming and I was also convinced that I was going to absolutely love being pregnant. You already know that I didn’t love the first trimester because I didn’t look at all pregnant but I still felt really fat. That went away with the second trimester and I started to get more of a baby belly and I could feel his kicks more often, which is honestly the best part of pregnancy. Yes, feeling my baby’s kicks is even better than the huge boobs I now have.

Now that I’m 33 weeks pregnant and have around 48 days to go until my due date, the love of pregnancy is disappearing. The novelty of the big belly is wearing off, the boobs are old news, and his kicks aren’t so much kicks now as they are just rolling motions because he no longer has enough room in there to kick. I want to be able to sleep comfortably (it’s hit or miss right now – some nights are good, some are terrible). I know that when the baby comes I won’t be sleeping a lot, but I like to fantasize that laying down will at least be more comfortable. I want to be able to sit without feeling like everything around my right ribs are bruised. I want to be able to paint my own toe nails. I want to be able to walk up the stairs without getting winded. I want to blow my nose without seeing blood in the tissue. I want the heartburn to be gone. I want my body to stop reacting to mildly spicy foods as if I just ate a habanero. I want to be able to walk without round ligament pain making me feel like I have a stitch in my side. I want to be able to see me vagina. I want to be able to do the simple math required to leave a tip at a restaurant! I want to stop stressing about my protein intake (I know I’m not getting the 70-80g a day that I should be, and I have stopped caring. I am still taking my prenatal vitamins though). I WANT TO BE ABLE TO SAY HIS NAME OUT LOUD!

I know that once he’s born most of these complaints will disappear, only to be replaced by other complaints (fear of pooping, leaky boobs, clothes still not fitting, lack of sleep, sore nipples, constant state of not knowing what the hell I’m doing, guilt over not giving the dog enough attention or taking him on enough walks, etc.) so I’m trying not to complain too much, but I just really needed to write this post and lay it all out there.

Pregnancy is not terrible. I do not hate it. I am not miserable. I am just simply done and ready to move on.

So, let’s move on to pictures! Here’s what you’ve missed while I’ve been sheepishly avoiding the blog so as to not have to admit my lack of infatuation with pregnancy.

Ross and I went to one of the painting places for a friends birthday, where the instructor paints something and you follow long on your own canvas. I complained the whole time that mine looked like crap and that I was a terrible painter, but now I don’t think it turned out too badly. I clearly don’t have a future in canvas painting or anything, but you can at least tell what it’s supposed to be. And, I had fun!


Fourth of July! We went to the lake with my family and it was wonderfully relaxing. Also, turns out Dexter is not afraid of fire works (or thunder).


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At 32 weeks we went back to Rockport to spend the weekend with my brother and sister-in-law (they’re visiting from Colorado). I was really bummed though – there were a lot of jelly fish so we didn’t end up getting in the ocean at all.

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When I was sitting there “tanning” (with my SPF 30 on) I told Ross I couldn’t see my swimsuit bottoms. He kind of looked at my funny so I snapped this picture so he could see what things look like from my perspective. He thought it was hilarious! And there’s no amount of leaning forward that allows me to see the bottoms either – a mirror is definitely required.

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Tomorrow is my baby shower! I can’t believe it’s already here. I can’t believe my due date is getting so close. I feel like we have done absolutely nothing to prepare for this baby… but we kind of have good reason for that. When we went to Colorado our landlord replaced the floors in our house, so we had to pack everything up and move it to the garage. No point in setting up a nursery before then, right? Then, when we got back from Colorado we found out that Ross got a promotion and would be moving to another location of 24 Hour Fitness, so we decided we should move so that we both have better commutes. Again, no point in setting up a nursery just to take it all back down again before the baby gets here, right? Now we’re scheduled to move August 1st – just two weeks from today!! Some people might be stressed out by the thought of moving across town just four weeks before their due date but I’M SO FREAKING EXCITED! I love moving, I love change, and I love the part of town we’re moving to!

I’m going to end there on that positive note and I’ll be back next week with pictures from my baby shower :)

Pregnancy Update: 29 Weeks in Colorado!

Hey, long time no see! We made it back from our Colorado vacation and have been living and thriving since then. I feel like before I can talk about anything current though I should share some Colorado pictures with you.

I started the trip off at 29 weeks pregnant and we went hiking with my brother and his family every single day that we were there.

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Quick note: I seem to look a lot smaller from the side than I do from the front. Keep that in mind as you look through the rest of these pictures and let me know if you agree.

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The views were awesome. Everywhere we looked was gorgeous and I fell in love with Colorado all over again. The last time I went to Colorado Ross wasn’t able to go with me and I came home talking about how we needed to move there ASAP. He got mad and told me there was no way we were moving any time soon. Maybe in 10 years or so. This trip, when Ross got home from his first bike ride I asked him how it was. He grumbled, “It was fucking beautiful. I loved it. Colorado is amazing.” I laughed because it was obvious that he didn’t want to love it but he really did!

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On our last full day there (also my 30 week mark) Ross rode his bike up Mount Evans, which is the tallest paved road in the United States. He’s been training for this ride for months and planned on it taking him about 4 hours to get to the top. It’s only 14 miles but it reaches an elevation of over 14,000 feet and since we basically live at sea level, he figured the change in altitude would really restrict his riding ability, not to mention that the whole damn thing is up hill. Have I told you how amazing my husband it? He rode up that mountain in 3 hours! It was 37 degrees at the top! Fucking amazing. So proud.

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At the top of Mount Evans there were goats! Three adorable goats that didn’t seem to give two shits that there were a bunch of people walking around the top of their mountain.

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Moral of the story: we LOVED Colorado, I was not too pregnant to go hiking everyday, and Ross continues to amaze me with his dedication to and ability on his bike.