Monday, August 18, 2008

Birth control is for sissies....or really really smart people.

I'm pregnant again (for those of you living on another planet who haven't heard). I'm almost 27 weeks - so that's almost into my 3rd trimester. Can I just say that I really hate being pregnant? I don't enjoy any part of it. I remember going to a lamaze-type class when I was pregnant with my 1st child and we had to go around in a circle and say what we most enjoyed about our pregnancy. Of course I was first and had no time to think of anything so I said what popped into my head, which was "I like getting to eat more." Meanwhile the rest of the women said things like "I like feeling the baby move" and "I like the bonding feeling I'm already having with my unborn child," blah blah blah and more touchy-feely crap. I felt like a real schmuck. Needless to say I was a birthing class drop out soon after that. I didn't feel the need to watch videos of nasty hairy vaginas giving birth with the woman wailing in the background. I didn't plan to watch myself give birth so why would I want to watch a stranger? Yuck, no thanks. It's a gross process and the less I know the better. It helps that my husband is a doctor so I don't worry about things going wrong. I figure he'll know what to do, signs to look for, etc. Anyways, this pregnancy has been the worst of all of them so far, most of it having to do with the fact that I didn't WANT to be pregnant right now so I'm having a hard time with it. When I first found out I was extremely emotional and pissed off. And those people who were all "oh, but it's a blessing, blah blah blah" yeah, it took all my restraint to not haul off and beat the shit out of them. But, eventually I had to come to terms with it, and it's not like we didn't want another kid because we'd been planning on it...eventually. It just wasn't the best timing (I'd just had a kid not too long ago and JUST lost all the weight). Most of the time I'm fine with it, thinking now I'll just get it done with sooner and get my boob job before I'm 35. I still have moments when the rage comes back, most of it aimed at my husband and men in general. Then I just want to tell them all off, in graphic language, especially those idiots who like to make masochistic comments and think it's funny (they're usually found wearing a t-shirt that says "Shut up Princess and bring me a beer"). A word of warning to you assholes, don't be thinking to make comments like that around me right now or I am likely to go Lorena Bobbitt on your ass and seperate you from your dick.

Anger issues? Me? Nah.

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