Maaan I gotta stop talking to people. Everywhere I turn someone has a story to tell me about horrible pregnancy experiences. I fear if I have a rough pregnancy that I’ll only have one child and say NEVER AGAIN and my poor child will be all by herself growing up.
I’m sick of hearing stories about 9 months of bedrest, 9 months of morning sickness…or…all day long sickness, swollen cankles, pissing all over yourself, constipation or hemmeroids, hotflashes, dizziness, waddling everywhere, praying for the baby to come early….WTF!? I know pregnancy isn’t all peaches and cream, but I don’t know why people keep telling me only the horror stories!
And don’t even mention the pain of labor to me.
You know what, I’m just not talking to anyone ever again.