Dear crafty, multi-talented, energetic, fashionable pregnant women,

advertise less please. . .

Some days I find myself glancing through blog posts of acquaintances who are pregnant and amazing. I look at their latest accessorized new favorite preggo outfit or cute little this or that they made for the baby, and I think "Oh my gosh I want to do that! How wonderful! What an inspiration to us all!" Then I come back down to reality, and my thoughts go dark. "Way to flaunt it! Aren't you awesome. Aren't you the coolest most adorable mom that everyone wants to be like. Good for you and all your energy to be super preggers! I'm gonna go sit on the couch now and feel like a pile of dung like I do everyday after I get back from a long day of work!"

I prefer sarcasm to most forms of communication. Flaw.

I want to have the time to crochet the cutest thing you've ever seen for the nursery. I want to have the energy to make something new every week or even think of something new every week. I want to look like I'm pregnant but it in no way put a damper on my fashion sense. (Yes I am fully aware that my fashion sense was never quite perfected.)

Oh but wait, I do have more free time these days. Oh yeah that's right . . . I'm constantly sick because my preggo immune system is a piece! When I'm not sick because of some virus I'm not sleeping because I'm . . . pregnant!

I devote my energy to getting by. I don't have extra anything be it time, energy, money, or ideas. When I'm not looking at other people's lives and judging myself I usually don't care either. Sometimes though . . . I can't help but look and want and compare . . .

I am so exhausted. I am so sick. I can't rest. All I can think about is the sick time I'm quickly using up, the clients I'm not giving time to, and the fact that I can't help it! I got 4 hours of sleep last night. I woke up at 8 and can't fall back asleep. There is so much I could be doing, but I'm supposed to be resting . . . how do you rest when you're restless?

I finally have the desire to furnish and accessorize our apartment, but now I'm sick. I want to buy lamps, hang pictures, buy a darn couch already, and oh I really want to put together the nursery. But . . . I spent yesterday running around doing things instead of resting (I was home sick), and I know if I keep doing that I won't get better. I must say though, I love the shelves I hung yesterday in our bedroom. They look great.

Ok I'm done venting. Next blog post . . . Dear cranky, sickly, pregnant, poor people, stop complaining on your blogs! No one cares!