The progression of my pregnancy is great. As of today I am 28 weeks along. I wish that I had been keeping a journal throughout. I had great intentions of doing so, but they obviously did not pan out. There were some very emotional times where things were a little difficult, but mostly things have been good.
One thing I have noticed is that when someone is pregnant, people seem to think they can say whatever they want to you. It’s infuriating. I have allowed people to say all types of things to me and get away with it. If I had responded to a lot of the ignorance, they would have said, “Oh, it’s just your hormones.” This would have made me even more irritated. I think that people don’t realize that perhaps the problem is that they’re being a complete and utter a**hole. I don’t know why it must be this way, but it is. I think people and their insensitiv e comments have been the most irritating so far. I try so hard not to be mean, although it may not seem like it. It’s been a real struggle. When you’re pregnant, there is so much going on in your mind, so much you want to talk about, but sometimes not enough people to share it with. Instead of listening people tend to just want to give you unsolicited advice. I will admit that there have been some days that I’ve felt as though I was on an emotional roller coaster and I literally could have just crawled into bed or into a corner and just bawled my eyes out just to relieve some of the tension.
One of the great and scary things about pregnancy is watching your belly grow. It’s like one day, you don’t even think you’re showing, but then the next day it seems as if out of nowhere, your stomach is so huge and you cannot function in a normal shirt. I have gone to workout at home some days and put on a regular t-shirt, and it has been so tight. It’s crazy because it doesn’t seem as though you’ve gained that much until you try on something that you were once able to wear comfortably and now are unable to fit at all. I will admit that I have always been kind of scale obsessed to the point that I weigh myself at least once a day. Since I’ve gotten so far along in my pregnancy, I cannot bear to weigh myself that often. Now I might weigh myself once per week, if that.