Pregnancy Is Fucking Boring

So lemme set the scene for you guys today.

I’m about to turn 22 weeks pregnant, I’m lying on the sofa AKA where I live these days, snacks are within reaching distance and Youtube is on the TV. It probably sounds like heaven to a lot of you, and I can understand that.

However I’m also REALLY BORED of it now.

I feel so damn heavy already (god knows how it’ll feel as I near 40 weeks), my energy comes and goes on a whim (and is usually used up by the simplest of tasks), I feel sick every few hours as I start to get hungry, and I have absolutely no motivation to do ANYTHING.

But it doesn’t mean I don’t want to be doing things. I want to go out and get a coffee with friends, go shopping without feeling tired and heavy while browsing. I want to get all my Art materials out and paint, I want to create a plan for my business and create new products I’m excited about. I want to tackle the house, organise the ‘floor-drobe’ and start transforming the nursery.

I didn’t realise how much I’d miss just waking up in the morning and feeling motivated to DO ALL THE THINGS. 

I feel truly crap and hopeless with how much Gary does for me at the moment. It’s an everyday thing for him to go to work all day, then come home and look after me, and cook for me because I don’t even have the energy to stand there and cook my own tea. It’s pathetic really. Of course he’s glad to do it, and he’s been wonderful (as he should be!), but I just can’t help but miss feeling helpful.

I’m a pregnant blob who barely gets dressed, let alone puts makeup on most days. Everything feels like a chore.

The reason I’m having this little (big) moan, isn’t because I love being a negative nelly.

It’s because I’ve noticed a lot of people are enjoying following my pregnancy journey, especially on Instagram. I share the cute things, the new baby clothes, the fun plans, the exciting milestones, and all that. And that’s great. But I definitely don’t want to pretend it’s all sunshine and rainbows, because my pregnancy has personally been really, really hard so far. I’m actually really glad to have Instagram as an outlet too, because I don’t get to see friends much, I live 300 miles away from all my family, and things can get pretty lonely. So sharing on there helps, and can cheer me up. But I still want to be honest about all the crappy parts of this journey too.

Everyone keeps saying the second trimester is the ‘sweet spot’, where you have more energy, feel a little better, and generally things pick up. However that hasn’t been the case for me at all sadly. I’m still sick most mornings, energy is a thing of the past, and I feel like a shell of my former self. I feel real FOMO watching friends just live their normal lives, or seeing people on social media be really productive when all I’ve done is gotten dressed and watched Netflix. I was always a ‘busy bee’ type of person, even if it was being busy with boring things. I like to be doing things, feeling productive, so this has been a real challenge for me.

I no longer feel like that creative girl boss I used to. And I really do miss her.

 

Anyway, I’m lucky in so many ways, and I know that. I just wanted to share the little downsides I’m experiencing, in the hopes that sharing will ease the burden a little. And if anyone else is going through the same thing – HEY! I understand! <3

 

 

lovej

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