Pregnancy Monster

If you've ever grown an oh so cute, itsy bitsy, not so itsy bitsy person inside of your belly, you will understand the following rant. "Pregnancy is the biggest blessing." All I have to say about that is blah. Children are a HUGE blessing. I love my social Liam and mischievous Levi, however pregnancy and I do not like each other one bit. I figure my husband is faced with enough of my pregnancy hormones on a daily basis so I don't bombard him with my pregnancy rants. They have to come out at some point, so my friends, you are now on the receiving end of this one. 

Men don't get it.

My adorably stupid husband decided to tell me he is on his "third tour" now. Apparently pregnancy is hard on him too.... I mean heck the bloated ankles and pregnancy headaches are enough to send him through the... wait a second. Oh yeah. HE DOESNT DEAL WITH ANY OF THAT. I figure I will give him grace on his little comment, seeing as I'm sure I will and already have said enough things to him that we will deem "my hormones verbal assaults."

The "Are you pregnant" or "Are you just fat belly."

I'm definitely starting to have a little belly pretty early. I showed early with all of my kids and this pregnancy is no exception. Yes, yes, I know its bloating not my freakishly huge child inside of me, but regardless... There is a definite belly. People stare and a few brave souls dare to ask. I have to admit, I'm always a little tempted to act completely offended when somebody asks me, but I am a terrible liar and always start laughing. 

Food is fuel.

I'm at the stage where all food sounds disgusting, but I have to eat all day otherwise I feel like vomiting all over my cluttered living room floor. I have been lucky enough to find a meal that has worked perfectly each pregnancy, but so far I haven't found it. Hence why I have been staring at my chicken salad sandwich for an hour rather than eating it.

The glorious second trimester.

I'm two weeks away from my second trimester. I always feel completely different during my second trimester. My belly will actually look like a pregnant belly, I will be able to feel Little Muddamalle kick, I'll have more energy, and maybe for a few short weeks my family will forget the pregnancy monster aka my hormones will stop attacking everyone.