9 Weeks

I have to say that the last 2 weeks have been the worst so far pregnancy-wise. When you hear about "fatigue" and "nausea" in terms of being pregnant it's hard to wrap your head around what the words mean. How tired could you really be? How sick could you actually feel? I think the feeling is best summed up in the word "hangover". I have felt, for the past 2 weeks perpetually hungover. Like I started out the night drinking at Toots', went to the Stampede, drank too much Corona, fell on the dance floor with a beer tucked in to the back of my pants, left the bar when the lights came on, went to Roddington, passed out on a random couch, woke up at 5am, left Roddington, passed Mom on Ottawa street on her way to work, went back to Toots' and fell into a sleep with 2 other women in the bed, and woke up to Jim Furey hammering nails into the stairs and screaming for Marg to bring him a cup of tea. Not that anyof that's ever happened to me - every weekend for 2 years. Nope, not at all. So for those of you who are wondering what being newly pregnant feels like, go out tonight and get hammered. Tomorrow when your head is in the toilet you can feel the wonders of pregnancy. Burp.

This past Tuesday our building held it's annual Tenant Lunch. Basically it's a BBQ for all the tenants in the building. My building has 30 floors and therefore there are A LOT of tenants. I stood in line for an hour (Owen said there really is no such thing as a free lunch and he was right!) with my new work friend Michelle and shot the shit. Michelle is a sweet girl - in every way that I'm not so sweet. She doesn't curse, is on time for work, goes to church and probably never woke up in the International House of Porn wondering if there was a new Prime Minister. Anyway, Michelle and her husband have 2 children and to me she seems like a really good mother. She always has a cute kid story and absolutely lives for her family. While we were waiting for our "free" lunch we were talking about pregnancy and how I was feeling. Most people I've talked to have loved being pregnant. It was the best time of their life, they never felt so healthly - yada, yada. Michelle turned to me and said "You know what? I didn't enjoy being pregnant." In those 2 sentences Michelle endeared herself to me. Here she was, what I think a perfect mother is and she was honest enough to say that although she loved her children she didn't like being pregnant. She didn't like being sick all the time, the getting big, the constipation, the heartburn etc. I guess she showed me that I don't have to feel like there is something wrong with me because I'm not all glowy and earthy. I'm just me. Going through more changes in the past 9 weeks than in all of my 31+ years. In those 2 sentences Michelle made me enjoy my pregnancy more because she showed me that whatever I was feeling was fine because it was mine.

How I'm Feeling: I could really use a Coronoa!