Anonymous wrote:So tired of every meal being a struggle because there’s no room in my stomach, but everything makes me feel gross and sour anyways. Meanwhile, I’m hungry! Hate the 30 lbs of stomach sticking out, the bulgy veins that appeared out of nowhere and the random sciatica. Want to sit out on a patio somewhere drinking wine and wearing something cute instead of the leggings and bike shorts and ugly maternity tops which are the only things that fit right now. 5 more weeks to go, but really just hoping she comes early!

Ditto to ALLLLL of the above for me. Especially the last sentence.

37 weeks tomorrow and I am absolutely having the glass of wine that I have been craving for months.

I'm old, I'm tired, and big though this is better than the first couple of post birth months where you are still big but just squishy.

Not pregnant right now but here in solidarity. I remember feeling all of this and having to eat low carb bc of gestational diabetes. Miserable.

Also why no sleep but so f’in sleepy?! Why?!

Ugh, solidarity. I’m 33 weeks with my second and I’m so enormous and so sick of it. My back hurts; it’s hard to bend/walk; my sense of smell is *still* in overdrive. Also I’m a stomach sleeper so pregnancy always ruins my ability to get a good night’s sleep. Very excited to for the new baby and getting my body back honestly.

20 weeks with my second and already as big as I was at 28 weeks so that sucks. Also just found out I have a low-lying placenta so no sex until 28 weeks when they check to see if it has resolved. And by then I expect I will be too uncomfortable to be interested. Ugh.

I feel all of this. So tired of being so tired. And I still have such a long way to go as I am barely in the 2nd trimester. I also miss wine. I thought I was finally escaping some of the first trimester woes and then yesterday I felt like total crap and thus had a good cry in the bathroom at work. Ugh.

But yes - also very thankful and happy to be pregnant. It sure is a wild time.

Ahhh thanks all for this thread - this reaffirms the notion that I never want to be pregnant ever again. I have done it 3 times and it sucks. Royally. Good luck! You are almost there (hopefully)!

So tired of every meal being a struggle because there’s no room in my stomach, but everything makes me feel gross and sour anyways. Meanwhile, I’m hungry! Hate the 30 lbs of stomach sticking out, the bulgy veins that appeared out of nowhere and the random sciatica. Want to sit out on a patio somewhere drinking wine and wearing something cute instead of the leggings and bike shorts and ugly maternity tops which are the only things that fit right now. 5 more weeks to go, but really just hoping she comes early!

Well, I am 42, and so old, and my face is melting. And I’m scared. And soooo tired. So. I hear all of you.

God I want ALL THE BOTOX. I know technically you’re not supposed to get it while nursing but I’m terrified how I’m going to look after a year of none. I swear now I have lines that go from my eyes all the way down my cheekbones.

I hate how my stomach jiggles. Everyone assures me I look cute but I feel like I just look like one of those 50 year old men who look pregnant and with big ol slabs off fat hanging off their beer belly.

I’m having a shingles outbreak and I’m lucky it wasn’t worse, but it’s still uncomfortable. I’m itchy and can’t sleep. And I work at a school so I’ve had to take 2 weeks off because of it, which I really can’t afford. I literally just started the job so no sick leave, and I realize how terrible it looks to take 2 weeks off right after starting.

H keeps going out to do fun things and while he makes an effort to spend time with me, and we’re planning a trip soon, I really just want him to be with me every night. I get super insecure and anxious when he’s gone for an evening and spin it into these crazy tales that he’s gonna meet a cute, non-pregnant woman while out and leave me and I’ll end up raising this baby alone out of my car. Yes, I know that’s crazy. Damn hormones.

I haven’t smoked in almost a decade and all I want is a freaking cigarette. And a glass of wine. I want to sit outside at a nice wine bar, listening to music and smoking.

All these things and I feel sad and unexcited about anything. I don’t want to work, watch tv or do anything. I’m hoping it’ll clear up in the 2nd trimester.

24 weeks. I feel fat. Not getting enough sex. Want to get fillers in my face. Need sushi and wine. DH hasn’t done a damn thing other than going to appointments.

Ugh me too. I’m feeling fat and it’s going to get worse. Ugh after the baby I know I’m going to feel like a squishy mess.

I have zero energy and I know I’m going to have to give up projects at work. My Botox Is wearing off and I’m sweaty and smell bad. My stomach is always sour and I cant sleep already.

I just feel so fat. I’ve been sick for weeks and I haven’t had the energy to work out at all. I am breaking out like mad. I have horrible headaches every day. I’m starving. I miss Botox. I miss wine. I miss feeling attractive. That is all. Just a whinge. I know I’m lucky and I’m happy. Just, whiny.