How miserable pregnancy is. I'm tired all of the time. I do not want to move. I'm uncomfortable sitting in chairs and want to lie down sometimes. I can't sleep on my back. I get too hot/cold very easily. I'm a bit crabby sometimes. I can't carry things how I used to. I can't fit in my damn clothes and maternity clothes are uncomfortable! I can barely put socks on. My heart rate is sky-high and I weigh more than I ever have before in my life. I look like I swallowed a basketball.
I'm not fat. In fact, I'm perfect weight for having a developing person growing inside of me.
Waddling isn't funny.
I'm tired because I'm growing a person inside of me
My cravings aren't an excuse to eat whatever, even though you think suggesting "pickles and ice cream" is still hilarious for some reason.
My pain is not fictitious or fabricated.
I'm actually very frustrated when I can't do something and you grumbling about me asking for your help frustrates me even more.
Stressing me out over something insignificant is not something that should be done, especially at this time.
No, I'm not being lazy. I'm exhausted from growing a person inside of me and doing the best I could that day. I feel bad for not doing more, but I do what I can.
Saying that you hope my "moodiness" goes away after the baby is here, after you did something that legitimately upset me, just pisses me off more and stresses me out more, which is bad for our child.
I'm crying because I'm frustrated, not because I want you to feel bad. I don't even WANT to cry, but I can't control it.
Most of this is venting. My husband isn't a jerk most of the time, but sometimes I wonder what the hell goes through his head.