If you’ve read here long enough, you know that I don’t sugarcoat pregnancy. I mean, duh, it’s obvious that it’s hard work and that it’s not for the weak.
Of course your mileage may vary but there are some less than attractive things that either didn’t happen last time, or weren’t has bad.
Last time, pregnancy left me with shorter arms, which was great when it came time to wipe my ass. That was awesome.
This time, I don’t have that problem, (at least not yet) thankfully. But this time around, I have a raging case of pregnancy boogers and sounding like a hoover when I breathe. A friend of mine asked me, yesterday, if I was running somewhere, because I sounded like I was out of breath. My response was basically “nope, just pregnant and am suffering from a raging case of sounding like an airline engine when I breathe.” It’s awesome. The pregnancy boogers are an added bonus and I find that I have no shame anymore. I’ll go in past my collarbone if it means sweet relief from major snot blockage.