I often wonder why I get so grumpy towards the end of each pregnancy. Hormones? Physical exhaustion? What?!
Well, except the 1st 2. Perhaps the excitement of having a child outweighed all the physical discomfort back then? Or perhaps it was youth? Like I mentioned before there is a whole lot of difference between being pregnant at 29 and being pregnant at 39.
Does anyone else feel this way?
With my 1st two, I very much preferred the baby being IN me than out of me since it meant I have one less physical being to look out for. Then I went to the other extreme of preferring to be UNpregnant than pregnant due to the physical discomfort of being pregnant and having to care for more little bodies. Try bathing toddlers in the tiny shower stall we have when heavily pregnant or needing to wipe bottoms when fighting nausea.
But then I am now at a different stage : I am seriously wondering which is more tiring – big, heavy and pregnant OR unpregnant but up every 2 to 3 hrs round the clock, nursing, changing, carrying the baby?
Ah! The proverbial devil and the deep blue sea quandary! 🙂
But here I am again, wishing I could just be a bear – hibernate in somewhere cool and dark and not come out till I have birthed! Meanwhile, duty calls and the only distraction I have these days is to blog.
So yes, you’ll hear more from me and of me till I birth!