For the record: I did not go into this pregnancy starry-eyed. I've had a baby before, and on the whole found the experience painful, humiliating and inconvenient. But I guess I'd forgotten just how much I hate being pregnant!
Today I went to Spotlight because they had a huge sale (buy $100 worth of fabric and stuff, get $40 off, PLUS other discounts and quilting cottons as low as $2 a metre! Which is like paradise for me... this is in New Zealand, though, so don't get excited). I wanted to get fabrics and things to make Christmas presents, a mei tai and ring sling, an Advent calendar, some summery pregnancy tops and sundry other things. But it was a last-minute trip (I went with Mum), and as a result I got ready for the day somewhat earlier than usual and forgot to pack my water-bottle.
Suffice it to say that I had to sit down suddenly eight times in the shop to stop myself fainting. And I couldn't concentrate well enough to remember what I wanted to buy, or properly appreciate the delights of being in a fabric store without my toddler. And I had to be given a glass of water by a staff member and explain to several concerned strangers that I was pregnant (although actually, I did meet one really lovely lady who had once had a similarly nasty first trimester, and had a nice conversation with her knees). Plus, while I did end up buying some fabric, I have to admit that the chances of me having enough energy to make the stuff I want is slim.
Anyway. I just wanted to whine a little and declare for the record that I hate this. I've been depressed for several weeks, which isn't surprising when you consider I have to spend most of the day in bed, and when I get up the house is messy because I haven't been cleaning it. I've been too sick even to knit or to sit at the computer for long periods of time. And at 13 weeks, when I should be rejoicing about feeling better pretty soon, I'm just dreading the onset of heartburn and pelvic girdle pain (which my midwife helpfully told me last time gets worse with every pregnancy - I'm seriously considering asking for a wheelchair this time!) and not being able to roll over comfortably in bed, and so on and so forth.
Anyone else not feeling the vibrant goddessy glow? :(








