I'm sick of being pregnant. Completely over it. Ready to be done.
I hate the fact that I am at home 100% of the time while everyone is working or doing their own thing. I don't have my own thing. My thing is to sit around and be pregnant. I absolutely hate being unemployed. I'd rather work than sit at home.
I'm sick of not being able to sleep like a normal person.
Mason kicks me almost aronud the clock now, and it's bypassed cuteness. It's annoying and painful. Especially when I'm trying to sleep.
My back hurts constantly, my legs are cramping 24/7, I'm bored out of my mind, and I hate my house at this point.
I hate maternity clothes. You're lucky to find some that are actually cute, and when you do, prepare to spend some cash. I'm glad I at least have clothes that fit me though. But I'm ready to shop in a normal store, and buy cute things once again.
I feel like I'm as big as a house, and I don't like feeling that I am completely out of control of my own body.
These are my complaints of being pregnant. Yes, it could be worse. I could have morning sickness, or a high risk pregnancy, or be on bed rest. So my complaints might seem trivial. But knowing that I have to put up with this for another 6 weeks is physically and emotionally draining. I now understand why pregnant women say that the last month or two are the worst. It's just annoying.