Impossible Things Before Breakfast

A blog about having a baby, writing a book, and other impossible things.

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Heard the one about the pregnant woman?

I seem to have well and truly lost my sense of humour regarding this pregnancy (another casualty to add to my wardrobe, my sex drive, my ability to bend down, and any spare scrap of energy I might have once had).

When I tell people I'm tired - the only possible response to 'how are you?' at the moment - they invariably chuckle indulgently and make some crack about it only getting worse once the baby's born. 'NO!' I want to shout, 'You don't understand! I'm so tired that I can barely focus on your face let alone produce a full sentence in reply to your question, I'm so tired that I am just barely staying upright, I'm so tired that it's a miracle I turn up to work at all, I'm so tired that I'm willing you to just leave me alone so I can sleep at my desk. I AM TIRED, OK. FOR REAL. I'm not comedy haha eye rolling tut tut oh well tired, and you don't get to make a joke out of how I feel.' Except of course they do, I never complain out loud, and my tongue has been bitten so many times that it looks like an old dog chew.

Oh and another thing I don't say out loud but probably should: comments about my size started to pall around week 20 and haven't got any more fun (especially when I say admittedly silly things like 'oof, I feel huge' and colleagues respond with something sensitive like 'ooh no, you'll get much bigger than that yet, hoho').

Weeks: 32+1

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