So my husband is pretty much a saint when it comes to dealing with me. Like...he knows how to bring me back down to Earth when I get overly happy about something. And he knows (for the most part) how to calm me down when I get overly angry at every little thing. I've thrown him for a loop, though, with this whole third trimester preggersville thing:
I. can't. stop. whining.
Y'all...it's gotten to the point where I whine about whining. I consider myself to be a pretty dang decent problem solver...and I HATE to feel sorry for myself. But preggersville has taken my misery to a whole new level that I'm just having trouble dealing with.
So for this one night (or at least the twenty minutes it takes me to type this blog), I'm going to spare my poor husband from listening to my moaning and whining and bitching. And since Mom is the only person that will read this, let me just send my advanced apologies to her.
I recently had a conversation with Josh about the complaints he hears the most outta me, and he easily spouted out my top ten. Here goes:
10. I don't feel good.
Look...I just don't.
9. My feet hurt.
A lot.
8. My knees hurt.
My rampant weight gain is totally catching up with my bones.
7.I'm tired.
The tile floor looks like a fluffy bed at this point.
6. I want a beer.
and a glass of wine. and a grape-bomb. and some fireball. and some moonshine. all at the same time.
5. I have to pee.
like four times since I've started typing this blog.
4. We're out of milk.
and it MUST be Horizon organic 2%
3. I just want a hug. Don't touch me.
It's confusing for me too, okay?
2. This is taking too long.
Like...I'm preggers...isn't the world supposed to stop what they're doing to appease me?
1. I'm fat.
ugh...it's so true.
So there you have it. Now read this list about every 45 minutes for the next 7 weeks...and you'll know exactly what Josh is putting up with. Or don't...but in the meantime, at least pray for his sanity :)
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