Miserable Mamma

So, I have something I need to get off my chest. I think I am half way through probably my most miserable week to date of being pregnant. It seems I have had only a few moods this week that I have rotated through… sadness, anger/irritation, panic or just general dismay/confusion. Our baby is now the size of an onion, and that is exactly what I have felt like most of this week. Like a sour onion. I even had to give myself a time out last night.

So I am seventeen weeks pregnant and a basket case. Perfect. Not exactly the pregnancy utopia I had in mind. I pictured the happiest cutest pregnant woman — a super earth mama, doing yoga and eating fruit and being all gorgeous. But this wouldn’t be the blog I promised myself it would be if I didn’t admit that this week I am a bit of a mess, and sometimes being pregnant just sucks. Just plain sucks.

Ok… now that it’s off my chest, I also need to tell you that I will be fine. I think I just need some sleep, some time away from my job and my awful clients, a good work out, a hug from my husband that will reassure me he won’t leave me if I am a crazy b*tch from here on in during this pregnancy, and maybe some pants that fit.

On a brighter note… my hair looks super shiny, thick and healthy, I haven’t really had one pimple since I found out I was pregnant (someone even mentioned I am glowing this week), and I am taking a business trip to sunny Los Angeles in a week. I am going to leave early and spend some time with my dear friend Jenny. Maybe some vitamin D and Jenny’s ability to make me laugh is just what I need. Oh… and I guess I could pick worse places to shop than LA for some clothes that fit. ☺

T-14 hours and two minutes left in this work week.