What Happens Next: A Gallimaufry

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Reasons Why I Am Fed Right Up With Pregnancy

In no particular order:

- Constantly having a blocked and/or bloody nose.
- Unbearably restless legs.
- A surfeit of thunderclap migraines and tension headaches.
- Random nausea.
- Being the approximate weight and girth of a walrus, but without the easy ability to roll over.
- Not being able to roll over.
- Not being able to bend.
- Not being able to walk more than a hundred meters without getting puffed.
- Not being able to fit my normal clothes.
- Not being able to think properly.
- Not being able to exercise.
- Not being able to drink.
- Lower back pain.
- Insomnia.
- Diminished attention span.
- Unreliable taste preferences coupled with sudden severe bursts of hunger.
- Hurting when I walk up stairs.
- Constant fretting about the health and wellbeing of my unborn spawn.
- Constant fretting about how I’ll cope as a parent.
- Inconvenient and unpredictable bouts of exhaustion.
- The fact that there’s still a month left to go.
- Fucking EVERYTHING.

  1. quaisior reblogged this from fozmeadows and added:
    I’m not even pregnant yet and I’m already dreading and worrying about all of this. I’m even more terrified that I can’t...
  2. kateelliottsff said: which reminds me that after I gave birth to my daughter (my first), and they hustled her out of the room to bathe her, I lay there in the bed thinking MY GOD ALONE AT LAST!
  3. kateelliottsff said: hang in there
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