A Blessed Rant.

It's 11:26 as I sit down to write this rant. The past hour leading up to this point was full of tossing and turning in my bed with a restless mind. I'm exhausted but can not sleep. This is yet another joy of pregnancy...or the hell I currently reside in called the third trimester. Maybe I'm being dramatic but when sleep, or lack thereof, is on the line then drama plays a big part. Tossing, turning, and peeing an average of 10 times a night is a new normal now. Laying with back pain which I can catch no relief from with any new position, or waking of up from a dead sleep with severe legs cramps, that feels like someone is ripping off my calf muscle are both nightly events. All this happening in the midst of trying my hardest not to wake Zack up from his deep sleep. No wonder I'm tired all day. I know this is nothing that any other pregnant woman hasn't already gone through but I do like to share how this is going. I was laying in bed thinking about this blog so instead of laying there, holding my pee, and trying to get comfortable...I decided to just get up and write it.

Other than this rant, Jack, Zachary, and I are doing great. Jack moves so much these days and we are so excited to meet him. The countdown is in the single digits now and it makes me happy, anxious and have to catch my breath just thinking about how close we are to meeting this sweet little boy. Having a supportive and loving bunch around Zack and I makes all the difference in this life changing event for us.

Nise.

28 Weeks.

Three things no one tells you about pregnancy.

Three things no one tells you about pregnancy.

Not even the pregnancy boards on ivillage tell the secrets only unlocked by the pregnant woman herself.

First, your body will change. Your clothes wont fit anymore. Of course, right? Everyone expects that. What no one understands is YOUR CLOTHES REALLY DON'T FIT. Nothing. Panties, bra's, pants, shirts, jackets, and socks/shoes once your feet swell...and the list goes on. Unless you have endless funds to buy a whole new wardrobe, then you end of at the bottom of your closet floor crying, while laying top of a pile of clothes that have been tried on and failed to pull up past the spreading hips or over enormous breast.

Shaving anything below your belly after a certain point becomes not only a workout but a very dreaded event. This will always end with things only half-assed shaved and far from completed.

Sex, yes I said it, becomes the biggest joke ever. I applaud any man for attempting or participating with the bigger, more emotional, than desired version of the person they originally got pregnant. Its a sad and sometime uncomfortable sight that many stay clear of for nine months and kudos to those who keep on keepin' on.

I'm sure this will continue later...

Ann Anise.