the lie about pregnancy

I've mentioned it before.  I am absolutely sure that people are lying when they say they "loved being pregnant."  I've gagged.  I've moaned.  I've spent so many hours on the couch, it's a miracle there isn't an ever deepening imprint of my bum.  My face has erupted into volcanic acne.  My hormones have sent me on a whirlwind of emotions.  And finally the capstone to all of this so far you ask?  [Please note, it isn't labor because I haven't had the privilege of experiencing that yet.] Anyways, the capstone is ROUND LIGAMENT PAIN!

As I sat in the most treacherously stressful movie of my life, Gravity, with my husband and several kids from work [this was obviously unplanned, and sitting through a movie with a kid who suffers from tourette's across the aisle is distracting, but I digress] I began to notice towards the end of the feature presentation that I had some pain.  Great.  I was so tensed up that I gave myself contractions. I thought.  As we left the theater the pain got worse.  By the time we were home I announced I was going to bed.  An hour passed and I was writhing in pain, whimpering to my husband.  He is always calm in a situation and said "call the midwife."  So I texted his mom, the OB nurse, who said "It's probably round ligament pain, but call the midwife."

The midwife was utterly nonplussed by my plight.  "Take tylenol.  Take a bath.  Get some sleep.  Call me in the morning if it's worse."  The tylenol was a joke.  I wasn't going to risk a bath for fear of being stuck in the tub.  So I tried the sleeping part.  Holy horrible.  I finally fell asleep at about 4:30 and made it 2 hours.  Then I napped the rest of the day on and off.  My dear, cuddly pit bull knew just where to position herself to aid in my muscle discomfort.

I woke up this morning still in pain so I called the midwife again and they did a urine screen to rule out kidney stones or infection.  Thank goodness it's neither of those things.  They suggested a support girdle, and I shuddered.  Is not "girdle" the ugliest word??  It is.  I'm going to try an exercise ball and ask my yoga instructor for some moves to do at home tomorrow evening to try and start feeling better.

Is this what I get for marrying a giant?  I grow a huge baby that my petite frame can't handle?  Are some people just not cut out for having nice, easy pregnancies?  Or is there some chemical process that happens after labor that makes you forget how much pregnancy sucks and changes your words to Oh I loooved being pregnant. 

Lies.

I'm 19 weeks now.  Ultrasound is a week from today and I can't WAIT to see the little thing in there wiggling around.  We're almost halfway, and I'm counting on the impending holiday season to help speed things along.  I realized last week that I get to make an Easter basket for this baby and had to call my mom to gush about it.  She said "Yay!  You get to make it AND you get to eat all the candy!"  Hadn't even thought of that!  Leave it to my mom to brighten my day with the idea of candy in my future.

Here's the 19 week picture.  Ignore the fact that my shirt is see through.  Justin complained that you couldn't see my belly in last week's picture because of the sweater so I left the sweater off and froze for the 5 seconds it took me to take this.

Also.  Sorry I look like H.  But other than the toilet paper, notice how clean the bathroom is?  Nestinggggggg.