a warning would have been nice...

Remember when it was customary to start or end a blog post with your current stats? I kinda miss doing that. I'm going to do it now.

Eating: Chili with saltines and cheddar cheese
Drinking: watered down white grape juice
Watching: Some mediocre stand-up comic I randomly selected on Netflix
Feeling: My late night energy boost kicking in

Today was, eh ok. I've been sitting around the house a lot lately because my pelvis is going to explode any minute now. Walking is just not something I'm wanting to do these days. But today I really wanted to go out for a change of scenery and try my hand at walking further than my bathroom is to my bedroom. So I went to Books-A-Million first and with every step I took I could swear my hip joints were going to pop right out of their sockets. I think I was in there for maybe ten minutes before I had to leave. I then went to Michael's to pick up some jewelry making supplies (I really needed those) and intentionally parked in a handicap spot for the first time in my life. I think that those spots should be for the handicap AND pregnant women over 30 weeks along.
I'm pretty sure that if Michael's had those little electric shopping scooters I would have used one of those too but instead I had to slooooowly waddle my way through the store to pick up the supplies I been lacking for weeks. By the time I made it to the front of the store to check out, I felt like I had been hit by a bus.

When I got home it was past time to cook dinner so I sat on a stool in front of the stove to cook a quick evening breakfast. What a disaster. I somehow managed to burn pretty much every pancake, I lost shell in the eggs and spilled yolk all over the stove (and it's still there), I burned my hand with oil and by the time I was done cooking I was near tears for making such a poor dinner.
These are the hard times I didn't know were coming. No one told me about how miserable a woman can become during late pregnancy. I kinda feel betrayed, like people have been keeping this dirty little secret from me on purpose. All I heard about was morning sickness, cravings, the pain of birth... and then you have a baby- the end. I didn't know there was more to it than that!
Yes, I know every woman is different when it comes to pregnancy but surely I know at least one woman who could have warned me about this stuff!