Pregnancy just does not agree with me. I don't think I will ever have the pregnant "glow." In my last pregnancy, I was miserable 100% of the time, and this round does not seem any different. Generally, I am a pretty positive person. When I am not pregnant, I am an exercise and health fanatic, and I love life. Pregnant, I am laid low and it's difficult for me to enjoy daily life when I feel so sick and run-down. I think I was fairly depressed during my first pregnancy, but it makes sense -I physically could not do any of the things that made me happy, and it wasn't for lack of trying. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and sleep through the nine months, if only that had been possible. I was hospitalized and had an appendectomy during the last pregnancy, which made things all the more miserable.

This pregnancy is different and my symptoms are not as severe, but I'm also dealing with more responsibilities at home and at work. I feel like I am actually coping better because I've done this before, and yet some days are still really difficult. This time around the pregnancy fairy has brought me insomnia -I wake up for 2-3 hours every night and can't fall back asleep. That alone takes its toll. Last week I was also hospitalized again with the worst pain I have ever experienced. (It turned out to be a kidney stone that passed after 24 hours or so.) It's also hard seeing my darling little son and wanting to enjoy spending time with him, playing with him, teaching him things, and then feeling too sick or tired to engage.

Don't get me wrong: I am happy that I am having a baby and grateful that I was able to conceive so easily and time it how we wanted, and I am looking forward to meeting my new little one. But until then... why do our bodies have to make it so hard on us? Well, some of us! I'm just looking for some more mfp friends who can relate