Quit Yer' Belly achin!

Miss Zoot had someone post a link in her comment section to another blog. I think the blog was called Antisocial Bitch or something like that. I went and read it and thought, my Lord... Did I bitch about my pregnancies? I'm sure I did. I chewed a couple nails off and spat them on my floor and thought long and hard. I'm rotten. I complained about my fat self and all in the midst I was still on cloud nine loving being pregnant. Tsk, to me.

For the record, I LOVED being pregnant, both times. I loved the big fat belly(s). The sleepless nights. The gas. The heartburn. The hemmoroid(sssss) (aka as Larry and his brothers) . The stretch marks. The bulging belly button. The sore size DD breasts. All of it. The Baddest of the bad parts. The parts that not one of my friends that had children before me shared.

BUT, as a human being... I did have the right to bitch. The right to moan. The right to complain. All while my captive audience had to listen. Selfish of me? Yes, it was. Dumb of me, no. I was caught up in the moment. We all get caught up in a moment sometimes. Sometimes I bitched and don't really mean it (shhhh!!). Wow, I can bitch and maybe not mean it? Yup, I'm entitled. Hell, everyone is entitled.

Does this mean that we're not going to love our children when they emerge from the womb? No. In fact, I love my children more. All the hard parts of pregnancy are my "battle scars" and I have my children to show for it.

My oldest one is hard headed toddler. He screams "NO" at me all day. He smeers his food all over his place mat and refuses to eat it. He dirties my house up. He's TWO, people!!!! I love him. It doesn't matter how much I bitched during pregnancy. I love this kid more than anything on earth. He's amazing. Even if he kicked me one too many times in my rib cage.

My youngest one has colic and I love him. He screams at the top of his lungs most of the day. My heart aches for him and I try to find remedy. I don't bitch about it, well, not much. And, when I do... I'm only "venting". No harm there... right? I love him more than anything. He's amazing and sweet and I wouldn't trade those wind pipes for anything in the world. Okay, maybe sleep-but I'll save that for later and just say that I wouldn't trade him for anything. (that was a joke!!!). I love him no matter how much he karate chopped me in cervix.

So, I guess my point to this entry is that I will try to watch my belly aching and limit my bitching. I'm sure its boring to read and it DOES sound very ungrateful. I will give it this... it's honest and anyone that has been pregnant knows the "outs" of being there. It's hard on your body (yes), but the end result is priceless and worth every bitching moment of it.