So tonight I officially became an advocate for the little tadpole that will eventually be my child. Since this was all unexpected and unplanned my fiancee is (understandably) dealing with his own issues regarding this pregnancy. We had a discussion on whether or not it was likely I would later become resentful of him or the child because this was not how we planned it.
For the first time I said (realized?), "If I didn't have a pretty good feeling that I could handle this, then I would have pulled the plug." It felt true, so maybe that's growth.
On the other hand I have become a gaseous giant, and all I have to say is it's a good thing that I'm comfortable around my fiancee. At least it doesn't smell.
Other ways that I'm feeling uncomfortable:
Super distinctive smell... I can almost pick out individual ingredients.
Super crazy tastebuds - anything more complex than shredded wheat is almost overwhelming. This is a big one because I love love love to eat and now... it's ruined. I have no idea how most things will taste before I put them in my mouth.
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Extra oil on my skin... I could almost use a Slip n' Slide without water.
I really wish I could be one of those women who felt it was a 'privilege' to stay at home with the kids. My life would be so much easier in so many different ways. Definitely way easier than getting a law degree, all you have to do is get knocked up a couple times, which is apparently pretty easy for me. Alas. I do not feel that way. Part time law school... here I come.
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