Pregnancy Woes

I'll be the first to admit that I've had a great pregnancy. My worst problem had been constipation, and that was nothing that a little colace and a lot of fiber wouldn't fix. Most of the time, I've felt better pregnant than I did before getting pregnant, and not a day goes by that somebody doesn't comment on how wonderful I'm looking. Hell, I even love maternity clothes and would be quite content to wear empire waists and elastic banded pants for the rest of my life. I really believe my preggo wardrobe is cuter than what I normally wear. So yes, I am the pregnant girl that all the other pregnant girls hate. Feel free to throw tomatoes at me now...just make sure they aren't the ones contaminated with salmonella.

As my third trimester approaches, there are some signs that all this happiness and cheer may be dampened a bit by my long-time enemy the bladder. You see, my bladder and I have never been the best of friends. For one, I think it must be rather small given my frequent use of the bathrooms, which leave me wondering whether all this supposedly healthy hydration is worth the nuisance. It is also rather weak, which was quite embarrassing as a kid but something that I've learned to plan for as an adult with the aforementioned frequent trips to the bathroom. Until a couple weeks ago, everything seemed normal bladder-wise. But then a sneeze on what I thought was an empty bladder would trigger an unanticipated surprise. Then I began needing to visit the restroom more frequently and more urgently, only to be shocked by the pitiful amount of urine deposited. So now I find that pantiliners have become my new best friend, and I'm seriously considering moving my office to the bathroom.

Then yesterday I awoke with a scratchy throat and stuffy nose. My apparently pregnancy induced allergies have set in again. And declogging my sinuses is made even more fun by my new-found propensity towards bloody noses. Sleeping last night was rough because breathing through my mouth would dry my throat up, so I'd get up to drink some water. But that would lead to the need to get up and go to the bathroom. Then my mouth would get dry again. It is a vicious cycle I tell you. I thought about calling in sick due to a lack of sleep, but then I figured that working while exhausted was probably just good practice for going back to work after maternity leave.

So there. You have my whiny pregnant post. And admittedly, my gripes are pretty pathetic compared to most. I somehow doubt this will be enough to get me out of being that annoyingly healthy and happy pregnant girl. Oh well. It's a role I'm happy to accept.