Frowned Upon

Dear Stella,

I realize the majority of what I am about to write would be frowned upon in today's society. However, I told myself that when I started this baby book to you I would be completely honest with you so that one day when you have babies on your own you may know what pregnancy is really like.

Let me just start out by saying that I am finding out more and more that most women do not tell you the not so glamourous side of pregnancy, it is usually the exact opposite. They say things like, "Oh those little flutters in your stomach are like magic." They don't say things like "Those little flutters in your stomach can sometimes give you extreme gas and make your husband question your marriage." I feel sorry for your Dad and how bad it is sometimes but then I remember who I am married to and just consider it payback.

Secondly, cravings are acceptable in pregnancy if what you are craving is considered "cute" food. For instance, Kim Kardashian claims to be craving carrots and ranch dressing. Cute right? Well let me just tell you that she is a liar. If she doesn't wake up every morning craving a bottle of vinegar or an entire box of Captain Crunch then she is straight lying. No joke, I had a turkey sandwich with ruffles and 3 pickles at 10 am yesterday AND I squeezed the juice from the pickles all over everything. I can't even make this stuff up. Due to the fact that I am craving ridiculous things, I try to keep myself busy enough to not think about food. When I do eat ANYTHING these days it feeds my heartburn monster.

Currently I sleep by a humidifier for breathing and nosebleeds, tums for my late night acid reflux, childrens tylenol, and kleenex. I don't even need doctors anymore, I got this.

I want a glass of wine more than emo kids want their skinny jeans. I am ashamed of this one but it's true.

I've had shoulder pain that is out of this world. Yesterday, your dad laughed at me when I tried to waddle up off of the floor. He says it's "cute". I said that if he ever laughed again I would throat punch him (not COMPLETELY serious). He made up for his mean laughs with a back rub so we will forgive him this time.

I didn't write this post for you to think that I am a baby or that I can't HANDLE pregnancy but I just wanted to you to realize that it ain't all rainbows and butterflies. However, you are still my little princess. I am almost positive I will become like most mothers who forget about all the pain once you are born and decide to do this all over again one day. For now, I'm cherishing each bit of pain if it means that you are growing big and strong.

14 weeks to go!

Love,

Momma