The Very Bestest Parts of Being Pregnant

I suppose I'm lucky. My pregnancy with Peanut was for the most part, very easy. I never got very big which seems like a good thing (more on that topic later). This pregnancy has also been relatively easy, so far. Definitely a different pregnancy from last time.

There are some unpleasant side effects from pregnancy, though. I attribute some of these side effects to having given birth already.

I just love that when I sneeze or cough or blow my nose, I pee, just a little. Hey Mom, I'm just damp!

Not being able to take Advil. Tylenol is the MOST WORTHLESS drug. I have a HEADACHE folks, not a wittle bitty bwuise on my weg.

The gas, oh the glorious gas. I don't really need to say anything else here.

Yeah, heartburn! Bye, bye spicy foods. A new twist to this pregnancy. Maybe Petunia's going to have hair, isn't that the old wives' tale?

Zero sex drive. A very unexpected side effect compared to my pregnancy with Peanut. Poor Tate.

My achin' joints. I look like a 22 month pregnant elephant when I get up in the morning. I'm so stiff, I can do nothing but waddle.

Pregnancy brain. Worse now that I also have Mommy brain. I'm curious, I wonder how many IQ points I lost. Seriously, if I didn't write everything down, I would forget to go grocery shopping and to do laundry.

I certainly don't want to forget the rashes. Gee whiz, lucky for me I only have rashes on my legs and wrists this time. Last time, I also had rashes on my toes. Golly, I can't wait for shorts season. I'll look HOT with my ugly, rashy legs.

The giant wardrobe I possess. If it weren't for my t-shirt win on coolmompicks.com and the Motherhood Maternity gift certificate, I'd really have nothing to wear. It feels like I put the same pants on day after day. Oh wait, I do put the same pants on everyday.

My size. Okay, it's going to seem really weird to complain about not being very big, but hear me out. When I was pregnant with Peanut, I never looked as pregnant as I was. Turns out that towards the end of my pregnancy, Peanut had quit growing due to Intrauterine Growth Restriction. My placenta simply wasn't feeding him anymore. So this time, when I hear, "oh you're so small! You're 26 weeks? You look 12 weeks!" I am a little hypersensitive. I know intellectually that being small doesn't mean anything (yet), but I worry that I'm quite small this time around also.

There are a few more side effects that I'll leave out, they may be in the category of "too much information." Oh, like telling you I have gas, I wet my pants, and have no sex drive isn't too much information.