Tim and I signed up for birthing classes. Unfortunately, St Helena Hospital isn’t doing a class in April and the nurse thought May would be too late, so we have to do the March session…as in NEXT WEEK. We’ll be going every Wednesday from 6:30pm to 8:30pm. Every step we take now is adding stress and anxiety; as I said the other day, its making this parenthood thing TOO real. I’m so nervous and freaked out about giving birth!

Also, I am still very annoyed with maternity clothing companies. I want another pair of slacks for work, and I’ve been trying to find a cute pair of khakis. Unless I want to spend almost $100 on them, I’m screwed! All the inexpensive maternity lines start their sizing at a Pre-Pregnancy size 4, and I’m a size 2. I know, I know, how dare I complain, I’m skinny, blah blah blah. But where do they get the idea that just because I’m small I want to spend more money?!

It’s starting to become difficult to do basic chores around the house. It hurts to bend over to pick things up sometimes, vacuuming is really tiring, the hamper is sometimes too heavy to carry into the garage…the list of chores I can’t do is becoming longer than I’d like.  I don’t like having to ask Tim to take on more responsibility, especially when he works so hard during the day already…but I don’t have much of a choice if I want a clean house. ARRRRGGGHHHHHH.

Thanks for letting me complain.