third trimester restless legs

Let me say this first -

Pregnancy as a whole can go rot in hell.

I am beyond blessed to have such a healthy little baby girl kicking my ribs day and night, but this whole process really, really sucks.

First trimester was BAD. I lost a bunch of weight due to extreme morning sickness and my emotions were HAYWIRE. My sweet husband can attest to this.

Second trimester as a whole was a huge let down. Where was my glow? Where was my awesome boost of second trimester energy? Why was I still throwing up EVERYTHING!? Needless to say, I basically spent what should have been me small break from pregnant insanity purely recovering from the brutality of my first trimester.

Third trimester has been a complete joke.

I'm 33 weeks and some odd days pregnant now and as my sweet husband snoozes like a little pup in a glorious heap of blankets and pillows I'm sitting in the office at 3:31am writing a blog because my legs are two stems of burning, aching, fiery muscles that hate me.

Don't get me wrong. My husband spends all waking hours doting on me hand and foot. He NEEDS his cozy pup sleep and I'm glad he's getting it because I'm well aware of the amount of energy he puts into taking care of me on a regular basis. This doesn't change the fact that I would chop off my own toe for a good nights sleep, and it doesn't change the fact that my little green monster grows 10 sizes every time I try and fall asleep next to him, only to find myself flailing around, clenching and flexing my legs until I give up and leave the room again...

What's even more fun is that the list of "safe" over the counter sleep aids are almost ALL guaranteed to worsen the symptoms of restless legs, so there's no easy Benadryl knock out in my future.

I do LOVE blogging, I love getting to sit down and let out all my complaints in one fowl swoop. I have roughly 30 unpublished entires for this blog, mainly because I generally lose my steam around half way and with the best intentions of finishing later, log out and go about my life..

I've started making a daily gratitude list, so considering we are a few solid hours into the AM, I'll share todays list with you...

1. I'm grateful for my sweet baby girl, her health, and the time I got to spend today giving her little foot high fives as she attempted to kick my ribs in

2. My sweet husband, ever striving to serve me and love me. His patience and love constantly bless me, I could NEVER put up with myself with the kindness and servants heart that he constantly showers me with.

3. A roof over my head. It's not easy moving back in with your parents. At times it's painfully humbling but having this time to live worry free of things like rent and groceries is a HUGE blessing. Not to mention my parents and siblings are awesome and there's never a dull moment in this house.

4. Frozen gatorade. I literally have a stash of gatorades that I cycle through the freezer, I always have one frozen, one in the process of freezing, and one melting as I drink it. I'm not sure that this is a pregnancy craving, I think I'm just really enjoying the sugar binge.

5. My (very few) friends. I'm very antisocial, on par with most shut-ins, however I am blessed to have a few good friends who always, always bring me joy when I see them. Even if it's just an hour coffee date, the people in my life who sit with me and let me verbal vomit all my thoughts, and intern verbal vomit back at me - well, they save my butt on a regular basis.


It's 3:45am now, I'm hoping 4am is the magic hour for falling asleep so I'm gonna go give that a try...

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16 weeks pregnant and feeling fat

I miss having the freedom to lose a few pounds.

I'm 5'2 and always happy with my body. I'm always happy with my body because I was blessed with a decent metabolism and an incredible ego. Right now though, I am NOT happy with my body.

I'm at this awesome point in my pregnancy where I don't really look pregnant yet, I just feel pregnant, and look fat. Ah! I enjoy being on the thin side. I have always loved food but had a absurdly small capacity for it.

In my life before pregnancy waiters would chuckle, sometimes scoff even, when I asked for a box. I knew it didn't look like I had eaten much, in fact, it used to make me very self concise, I didn't want to be seen as the girl who didn't eat so she could stay thin, thin-shaming is such a mean thing.

Anyways, there were years of my life where I would eat like a bird, be completely STUFFED and go about my merry ways. A little bloat? No problem! Favorite jeans getting a little tight? Give me three days! I HATE MY PRE-PREGNANCY SELF!!!!!

I bought a pair of polka dot leggings today. Patterns are dangerous territory when uncomfortable with your current weight. I'll be honest, I still bought size XS, but I can't help but stare at the patterned dots and questions if they aren't looking a little..oval? Instead of my normal fit of maybe a little extra slack around the thighs I'm truly wondering if maybe I should have just passed on the form fitting pants until I mentally adjust to having hips and thighs for the first time since my major (and temporary) weight gain since summer of '06.

'Fat' is an ugly word and I've never been the girl to complain of looking like a whale in order to fish a few compliments, but God! I feel SO fat! I swear, the second little Charlotte enters the world I'm going on a raw/juice/paleo binge till I feel normal again.

I would like to point out that Dad To Be has been absolutely the sweetest man ever. He constantly tells me how beautiful and (I find this one laughable) sexy I am. I don't know what he's seeing but I think it has a lot to do with the fact that I'm hosting his blood line in my uterus...

The most depressing part of all of this? I went shopping today for the first time in MONTHS and it didn't make me feel better! I feel worse! Retail therapy is failing me and all I want is to lose a few pounds but I'm still on the low end of healthy weight gain so it's time to mom-up and try and put on a few more healthy pounds for Charlotte.


Charlotte, mommy loves you so much that she's willing to try and get even fatter, just for you.


bleh.