Do you ever tell yourself this? I do it all the time, because in the back of my mind I know that out there there is always someone who has it harder and has it worse than me. I’m not the most gracious person on Earth, especially when it comes to expectations for myself.
Today I broke down crying to Scott because I am so sick of being pregnant. I was mostly crying because I feel bad that I’m ready to have the baby out. In the beginning I was so good about being thankful when I was nauseous, or remembering how lucky I was to be blessed with this sweet baby as I was gagging my way through brushing my teeth.
But, now, 3rd trimester, I’m feeling like a wretched mom because I’m ready to be done with heartburn, backaches, spider veins, varicose veins, insomnia, fatigue, Braxton Hicks contractions, painful kicks, loss of breath, chest pain, clumsiness, muscle aches, and the inability to get anything done! I’m tired of feeling like a bad wife because I can’t do all I used to do, a bad teacher because my brain fogginess makes me not as sharp and able to recollect important facts about the English language, and a bad mom for not being ready to be a mom.
Shouldn’t I just shut up and be happy? After all, I have a sweet baby inside me that will be fathered by the wonderful man I’m married to and we’re all healthy. Am I the only hitting my breaking point at 29 weeks? Isn’t it too soon?