I know I’ve been such a downer. It can’t be all that entertaining for you (which I can tell by the amount of comments, by the way) and I don’t enjoy it much either. Frankly. I suck.

I was talking to one of my best friends yesterday. And if you’re wondering, yes, I have more then one. Kinda like in high school where you have like, five best friends forever that you tell everything to? Yeah, I have like three friends that I still tell everything to. Anyway, talking to one of those friends yesterday - she’s due 4 weeks ahead of me. She’s the size of a house. I saw her for the first time 2 weeks ago since she found out she was pregnant and I totally thought that she was exaggerating how big she was. But she’s HUGE and it looks really painful.

The point of telling you all that? We vent to each other about how wonderful we’re feeling lately. I think every conversation has eventually come to a point of comparing hemorrhoid/coughing/peeing/pain stories. I guess it helps to know that there are people feeling the same way at the same time.

To make me feel a little better yesterday she thought sending me photos from her stagette and wedding would encourage me to smile and maybe even laugh a little. And, guess what? It worked! Especially this one:

Poor Mike, so so drunk.

And after I finally laughed and felt better, I realized after a good friend pointed it out in my comments - but how I realized it is not the point that I’m damn lucky. Lucky that I have a loving *cough* husband, great friends and the ability to become sperminated at the drop of hat. Getting pregnant hasn’t been hard for me, neither was my first pregnancy. This time’s been harder because it’s well, crappy. I don’t do sick well and being sick while pregnant has been a nightmare. It’s been super hard on me, my body, my family and my friends mainly because I just don’t shut up about it.

But I do realize how lucky I am. I really, really do.

I know there are people who deal with infertility, secondary infertility, and down right difficult pregnancies that I really have nothing on if we were to compare the hardships. I don’t want people to think that I’m not ecstatic about having another child to cut the grass or shovel the driveway and I couldn’t fathom hurting someone I care about because I’ve complained that gestating my latest child labourer has been hard on me - physically and mentally. Everyone’s journey to extending their workforce family is different and taxing in it’s own way; mine is no different. I just tend to bitch more then others is all. I am a whiny bitchy person by nature. I can’t help it. Blame genetics.

So even though I will bitch and moan and complain about everything and anything, I’ll keep it light hearted and maybe worthy of a few comments here and there *GUILT TRIP! GUILT TRIP! GUILT TRIP!*

Then maybe I’ll share some more gratuitous and pointlessly stupid drunk photos of me:

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