Posts by Jose Anderson3

Today’s the day. And after EVERYTHING (and I mean literally every single symptom and struggle a pregnant woman can endure), I finally snapped. Like a dry twig. I honestly feel like I’m never actually going to give birth—like this misery is just an endless loop. After all that initial happiness and excitement, now? It's nothing but pure frustration. For days now, it's been this constant stinging, aching, stretching sensation. But it’s more than that—it’s real pain. My back is absolutely killing me. I can barely take two steps. It's exhausting. Unbelievable. I’ve spent days just rolling around my bed because the pain makes it impossible to do anything else. I'm miserable. And I don't know how to fix it. I HATE feeling this way—mostly because my headspace is a total wreck right now. I just want my body back. And honestly, my own attitude is starting to grate on me because being pissed off isn't helping anyone.

gentlenomad2 said:I second everything said above.
It feels like everyone is just relieved that I’m finally going to "experience what it's actually like to have a kid," as if my life won't be as good as it is now—back when we were just a duo and could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted.

"Get some sleep now, because once the baby arrives..."
Then friends show up at the house and immediately follow it up with comments like, "Go wild while you can, because once the baby comes, those days are over."
"Boys are much more demanding, you better get ready..."

Oh, really? What, are my friends not allowed to visit anymore? Am I supposed to just hit a button every time I'm tired to access all the sleep I "stored up" during pregnancy? Are we suddenly incapable of doing what we want ever again? 🙂

If life is supposedly getting ruined, why does anyone bother having kids in the first place? 🙂Why do people even do it if it makes life so miserable?

That’s the one thing that gets under my skin. It’s rare for any parent to say anything positive to me. Honestly, it feels like they’re just jealous of the lifestyle we have right now and are dying to see me start complaining about how a baby messed up all our plans.

It’s nonsense. I know things will change. I'm not naive about what caring for an infant entails, but I know life will be better because there will be three of us. Despite the lack of sleep and the chaos, we’ll be happy. No one is going to convince me otherwise. 😍

Yeah...

But honestly? What gets to me most is the sheer frustration—it's driving me insane. I am constantly terrified. It feels like my pregnancy burned out some vital part of my brain, and now I'm stuck in a loop of endless anxiety about everything. Every single time I don't feel the little one move for a bit, every trip to the bathroom where I'm checking for weird discharge, every doctor's appointment, every blood test, urine sample, or swab—waiting for results, checking my blood pressure, stepping on the scale, cervical measurements... then there's the actual birth. And don't even get me started on whether I'll actually know how to keep a human alive after the delivery. There's just so much that my brain is basically boiling every single day.

I'm usually a pretty chill person.😁

It honestly drives me crazy listening to some of the women at the office—who all seem to have gained about ten pounds during pregnancy and then walked out of the hospital looking like they just stepped off a runway in NYC.

Because comments like "you're getting chunky" or "look at those curves!" basically imply it's totally normal, while my—get this, listen to me!—STOMACH HAS LITERALLY GROWN AN ENTIRE SIZE.🤷