Confessions of a Tired Pregnant Woman


I’m in the final “push” (pun intended) of pregnancy, and I’m tired. With this being my third, I feel like I have some knowledge I’d like to pass on to the newly pregnant or the curious. Everyone talks about the glow during pregnancy, and I’m an example of the EXACT opposite. The only glow I experienced was the sweat from being 10 degrees hotter than everyone else and drier than usual skin. But as I enter the final stages of this pregnancy, I have a few thoughts on what a tired pregnant woman is always thinking about. (Besides, food. That’s a given.)

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When will this nausea end?

Many believe that morning sickness stays in the first trimester, but I will be the first to tell you that is not the case with me. It lingered into my second trimester, and to be truly honest. I still get random bouts of it. Nausea is one of the worst things to deal with when you’re trying to manage life around pregnancy (especially with two energetic toddlers running the household.) Thankfully, the vomiting stopped somewhere in the second trimester, and I hope it doesn’t make a surprise appearance again.

I never knew how heartburn can be so debilitating until pregnancy.

I didn’t know what I was getting into when I had it in my first pregnancy, and with this current one, I now know there is literally nothing I can do to improve it or go away. They say heartburn means a baby with a full head of hair, and it proved true with my two girls. So, if history repeats itself, this baby better have a full head of hair styled to perfection when he or she arrives.

I have to go to the bathroom.

This baby thinks my bladder is the perfect punching bag. Not only that, but I also drink a lot of water, so I frequent the ladies’ room constantly. Anytime I go into a new environment, I always familiarize myself with the layout and how to get to the restroom when needed.

I wish I had a shirt that says “I’m exhausted” because it would save me so much time when people would ask me how I’m doing.

I know they’re concerned, or maybe they’re just noisy, but I don’t have anything new to share other than I’m tired, exhausted, and this due date cannot come fast enough.

I don’t know why but the inside of my left hip hurts. Or it could possibly be my back. I don’t know.

I knew pregnancy can add stress to your body, but I didn’t realize it would cause so much pain. Not only that but random pain that only exists during pregnancy. No matter how many position changes I make, it’s a nagging discomfort, and I hope it goes away after delivery.

I’m tired of people asking me if I want a boy.

No, my husband and I have never found out the gender of our pregnancies and always waited to be surprised. Fishing for answers to see if this pregnancy is different compared to the girls’ just aggravates me. It’s like the rest of the world is rooting for me to have a boy, but what if I have another girl? Will no one love her just the same? Sure, I’d love a boy, but I just want to survive delivery and postpartum. I want to take home a healthy baby, no matter the gender.

Honestly, I just want a safe delivery because that’s what terrifies me the most. I can handle the newborn stage and all the curveballs it comes with. But with two toddlers trashing the house? Only time will tell, but in the meantime, I will be on my couch, wondering how to make Panera’s Cinnamon Crunch Bagel from scratch.