Tuesday, July 1, 2014

Hate my baby?

Ok, so I don't want to hate my baby. Of course not. But seriously -- he is killing me. So much pain and misery.

We'll probably name him Charlie, but for a while I stopped calling him that because I'd rather hold and love my previously unnamed baby. When I love him again, I'll name him. Why ruin the name with associations of sore hips and Braxton hicks. No thanks!

But, yeah, worst pregnancy ever. I'm totally miserable. Completely. When I wake up in the morning I feel like I have to pop up an urge my body to start breathing again. It's like waking up in water ... But with lots of extra pain.

So I want to love him and buy him things and get excited for his grand arrival. But I mostly hate him. I hope that doesn't last.

Just telling the truth.

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