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Here's my confessional on everything you didn't want to know about my pregnancy but are subjected to as a reader of my blog. And please, for the love of God, if you've experienced these or any of your own oddities, comment below so I don't feel like such a dork.
- Sometimes Melvin (my fetus has a name) kicks me in the bladder so hard that I pee just a tiny little bit. It's not a pleasant feeling.
- My pregnancy flatulence has been known to send my husband to the floor rolling around seemingly in pain, eyes watering.
- The hormones, oh the hormones. I cried at an episode of South Park the other day (which I intend to blog about). Repeat: I cried at SOUTH PARK.
- My home constantly smells like grease. I suspect that visitors don't notice it, and I know Pete doesn't notice, but it's certainly there. Once, I lost my marbles and yelled at Pete to "get rid of the damn grease". I really hate that smell.
- Poor Pete has to brush his teeth atleast six times a day. There's nothing wrong with his mouth and/or breath, but I can smell it from two miles away.
- My center of balance is such that in order to get off of the couch, I often have to roll onto the floor and get up from my knees. I refuse to do this in front of anyone but family.
- Did I mention that my butt is growing horizontally? (I realize it's not that bad, but pregnancy will certainly bring out the self-conscious side.)
The amazing part is that I know when we bring our brand new son home, all of those annoying things that I complained about for nine months will seem just what they are: silly. I can't wait.