Wanna Join My Pity Party?

Well it has officially hit home, that I am pregnant. And the reality that has hit is not of the good variety.

Before I go any further, to set the record straight - I am so excited to be having a baby and to be a Mummy and all that jazz but this post is purely for me to whinge about the crappy stuff that goes with being pregnant.

My jeans dont fit me anymore. Now call me shallow, I can get over the fact that some of my work pants are tight around the belly, but NOT MY JEANS. I live in my jeans. Well I used to anyway. Boo.

My boobs have increased by 2 sizes now. Which is lovely to look at, but the cleavage is like fused together which is causing tiny pimples in between the girls. I guess I am lucky I havent broken out all over my face and body. I knew a girl who had perfect skin and as soon as she got pregant she got really bad acne. Which never really quite seemed to go away after the birth. Also, the rapid boobie growth has given me the lovely little souvenir of stretch marks. Eww. Plus they itch like crazy.

I literally cannot keep my eyes open past 8.30pm which has caused my house to becomes utter chaos. I have about 3 weeks worth of laundry to do, the kitchen is filthy, bathroom floor is littered with towels and dirty clothes, ironing is pilled high, floors need sweeping, mail is piled up, cat litter need to be changed, carpets are in desperate need of a vacuum, and to top it off I have lost a diamond earring in this brothel of a house. Oh yeah, and my foxtel IQ box is so full, I have actually had to start erasing things that I havent watched yet just so I can keep recording on it. So you can guess what my long weekend is going to consist of. And its not going to be sitting on my fat ass catching up on TV thats for sure. Well, maybe a little bit...

I am disgusted at what a sook I have been lately. I cry at everything. See everything above - I cried - at my jeans, my boobs and the mess. I was sobbing watching a re-run of Law & Order, I was a mess watching Outrageous Fortune last week. I cry when someone says something to me that I dont like or more often take the wrong way. I follow my fiance around the house, everytime we are talking and he gets up to go to the kitchen etc, I follow him, he called me on it last night and like the friggin weeping wuss I am, I burst into tears accusing him of not wanting to be around me. Huh? For fucks sake. Snap outta it!

I have noticed that some relatives (one in particular) thinks I have nothing else going on in my life except the fact that I am having a baby. It's the only thing they talk to me about. Should I name & shame? Hmmm, ok, its the Mother in law. I love her to death, but seriously, lay off it ok? She is even hounding her son. I get it that this is the first grandchild (it is on my side too!) but I am capable of other conversation. I mean seriously, I am only 4 months and I have heard all her birth and preg experiences at least 6 times.

I am a nasty bitch. Especially at work. I snap at my bosses and clients. I will leave that one there, because to be honest, I dont want to get into it. I am just lucky that they know I am pregnant and therefore are ignoring my violent mood swings.

I have zero interest in work and am getting a little behind. I just have no motivation at the moment. I hope this passes soon, before someone notices.

Onto something better, I CANT WAIT TIL SUNDAY! My girlfriends and I have tix to see Sex & The City! Gold class... We are all class baby! Although I might have to skip the cocktails afterwards.

Hope everyone has a fantastic long weekend!