Confessions of a Pregnant Woman

Pregnancy is a privilege. A tiny miracle. I know how truly lucky and blessed I am to experience being pregnant. I have been blessed with a healthy pregnancy, and I have been all smiles. BUT I think it is time for me to tell the truth. I have some confessions to make. There have been some things, minor things, but still some things that I have not been able to get off of my mind for the past 30 weeks.

I confess... I lie to perfect strangers. I lie about my due date when I am asked by a stranger because I am so self conscious about my weight and how big I look. I usually say "Oh, the end of October or Oh, the beginning of November." A little white lie won't hurt anyone will it?

I confess...I pee my pants when I sneeze. It doesn't happen every time, but it has happened more than once. It happened suddenly one day when I was having another one of my wonderful allergy attacks. Anyone need a gift idea...how about Depends? How embarrassing!

I confess...I drink caffeine. Every day. I know people say a little caffeine is okay, but I feel like a bad mommy. I feel guilty yet every morning I still have a cup of coffee, and as I write this, I am thinking about how maybe I will get Dunkin Donuts pumpkin coffee on my way to work tomorrow.

I confess...I have eaten lunch meat on a handful of occasions. Am I some kind of food addict that I can't give up a hoagie for 9 months? What is wrong with me?

I confess...I get terribly annoyed by people who ask me how I am feeling every day. I feel great now leave me alone. Do you really want to know that I have been constipated or that I am depressed about how much weight I have gained? No, you don't so please stop asking.

I confess...I get EVEN more annoyed by people who ask me if we have picked out names yet? Yes, I have picked out a name, and I probably won't tell you because I don't want to know your opinion on the name that I plan on calling my daughter. I am not interested in your trying to change my mind or tell me if you like it or not because she is my daughter and not yours. So there.

I confess...I have been an emotional wreck! I can go from being sweet to the wicked witch of the west in five seconds flat. It is like I am on some kind of mood altering drug that causes me to flip at the drop of a hat. Dobbie, I hate to break it to you, but I have heard it gets worse right after I have the baby. Uh Oh.

I am glad to have gotten that off my chest. Thanks for listening. Now, my ears are open. Do you have any confessions that you need to get off of your chest?