Question: “How are you feeling?”
Lie: “Oh, you know. Fine.”
Truth: “Pregnant. I feel effing pregnant. Do you really want to know? I can’t sit. I can’t stand. Everything hurts. I’m 38 weeks and at this point with A I still had FOUR MORE WEEKS OF PREGNANT. I don’t know if I can take that. I can’t get on the ground to play with A. My temper is short. I’ve officially entered into the angry pregnant woman stage. I can’t shave my legs. I can’t go to the bathroom like a normal person.
Oh, hey where do you think you’re going? YOU ASKED REMEMBER?
The baby is posterior so every time he moves it is like someone is punching me in the stomach. Did I mention he never stops moving? My back is decimated. I can barely get out of bed in the morning. I just spent a huge chunk of change having the house cleaned and the carpets done b/c I can’t seem to do anything myself. Nothing is packed for the hospital. My morning sickness is back. Our insurance changed and went up so I don’t think we will be able to afford those awesome newborn photos I wanted. I had a mini breakdown today and A saw me cry and now he’s walking around saying, “Mama sad. Mama cry.”
So innocent question asker. Is that enough for you? Or shall I go on?