Let me preface with the fact that I'm a pretty happy pregnant lady. So far - I've enjoyed the experience. That said, why didn't anyone tell me about these things!?
Seriously, the worst gas of your life when you're knocked up. I think I could single handedly kill a room full of puppies if I let one of these toxic farts loose in a room with no windows. I'd be proud of myself if I wasn't so worried that people will think I'm dead inside.
WTF. After years of shaving, waxing, plucking and threading my body is now growing hair at an alarming rate. If you left me on an island for only 2 weeks, I highly doubt you would recognize me as the wilda-beast frantically trying to get you to take me home. You would run scared. And I wouldn't be able to blame you.
Swelling actually hurts.
I expected to see my ankles disappear. I was fully prepared for that. But I had no idea that I'd want to actually chop off my feet at the end of the day.
Ok, I made that name up. But it's true. My uterus has to be to blame for the fact that I'm famished even when I can't physically fit one more morsel in my belly. I can only eat bird sized portions these days - and then I'm stuck staring longingly at plate knowing full well that if I attempt one more bite, I will upchuck.