Me: So how are you feeling?
Me: Did you have a hard time during the first trimester? Nausea? Tired?
Me: (looking down at my very showing belly and thinking about the 4 weeks of pregnancy hangover hell that I experienced.) How has your energy level been? Have you been able to work out at all?
Winner: My energy level has been great and I’ve been working out with a trainer since I became pregnant which has really helped. I just can’t do some of the exercises and they give me modified versions of it.
Me: (looking down at my thighs that have exploded from the weeks of choosing the couch over the gym because I could barely lift my head after work.) That’s great! I’m so glad to hear you have had such an easy pregnancy. (I hate you. I hate you. I HATE YOU.)
In all sincerity, I truly am happy to hear that some people really have an easy time with their pregnancy. (Promise, no sarcasm) The way that I feel some days I wouldn’t wish on anyone. But misery loves company. And today I was alone. Alone in my fluffy, out of shape, exhausted, wonderfully pregnant self.
I might be focusing on the embarrassing self-loathing moments of pregnancy more than the wonderful part – but that doesn’t take away from the great things that I feel on a daily basis too. I am going to be a mom! There is going to be a mini-me running around my house. It is going to have temper-tantrums, break things, spill things, cry and keep me up all night. But I CAN’T WAIT! Whenever Logan kisses my belly and says hi to BB I get more and more pumped about this transition our family is going through. It is going to be awesome. So while I might not be winning in the pregnancy competition, I am going to cross the finish line of this race and go home with the best prize ever.
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