Miserable Pregnant

It’s almost the end of the line, but that doesn’t change the fact that now, and until Niblet decides to make her grand entrance, I am miserable pregnant. Miserable pregnant is the point when it doesn’t matter what you do, you spend a chunk of the day (or all day) feeling physically miserable and drained. You just want it to be over, but you know you can’t (or at least shouldn’t) rush this sort of thing. (And to the mamas who spend their ENTIRE pregnancies miserable for one reason or another: I salute you.)

I would say my definition of “miserable pregnant” is that you’ve hit your wall (see my previous post on hitting “The Wall” here) and then it seems like the wall just keeps getting taller and thicker. What used to be a minor annoyance, or at least something you could live with, gets compounded with more and more other pregnancy irritations until you just throw up your hands and say, “Fine! Misery it is!”

Now those of you who have not “been there, done that,” may be wondering what could be so bad. Hahaha! You’ll see. For those reading who are pregnant, but haven’t reached miserable pregnancy, this is your warning. If you don’t want to know what’s ahead, stop reading now. For the rest of you, reminisce, have a laugh, enjoy.

Miserable Pregnancy: A Field Guide

  • Those sweet, soft, little kicks and flutters you felt 2nd trimester? Yeah, those days are gone. What’s inside you now is big enough to pack some serious punch. There are feet lodged in your ribs, elbows sticking out at odd angles, you name it. Any serious shift in baby’s position makes you feel like there is an alien about to burst forth from your body. Heaven forbid they do a full flip. Anyway, baby is getting bigger every day, which means YOU’RE getting bigger every day so…
  • You feel like a beached whale or some other blubbery, lumbering sea mammal. You’re carting around 20,30,40 lbs. (maybe more) of extra weight. You feel slow, awkward, and clumsy. Plus, all the extra weight does not help your energy levels, which are already low because…
  • You can’t get a good night’s sleep. No position seems comfortable, and a body pillow only does so much. You toss, you turn, you finally find the one position vaguely resembling comfort and then you have to get back up because…
  • You’re back to peeing ALL THE TIME. Did you have a sip of water? Maybe to wash down that horse pill of a prenatal vitamin? Well give it a few minutes and you’ll have to pee. And it’s not like you can NOT drink, because dehydration is bad, especially if it’s hot due to summer weather. Speaking of summer…
  • Being miserable pregnant is even worse when it’s summer and there is any kind of heat. Add humidity and you are doubly screwed. You’re sweating like a pig, despite the air conditioning being set on arctic blast and there being multiple additional fans going. With all that sweating going on, you may think a nice, cool shower is just what you need, but that just reveals yet another annoyance…
  • You are so big that certain aspects of personal hygiene become impossible without resorting to contortionism. Shaving your legs can be managed, but not without constantly maneuvering your belly out of the way. And don’t even think of trying to do any maintenance “down there.” You can’t see what your doing (even with a mirror, visibility is limited), everything is swollen, and it’s just not worth the nicks and razor burn. Anyway, if they need to, you’ll get a quick shave at delivery, so just don’t worry about it.
  • And since we’re being slightly vain, you’ve discovered that even some of your maternity clothes don’t fit and you can only comfortably wear flip flops. This, of course, does nothing to help the aforementioned beached whale feeling.

And there you have it. Miserable pregnant. I take comfort in the fact that hopefully I only have 4 weeks to go (and maybe a little less).


New Pinterest Recipe of the Week: Peach Oatmeal Muffins

Something kind of funny happened when I decided to make these. I knew I had all the ingredients on hand, which was delightfully convenient since waddling my pregnant butt around the commissary is getting more tiresome by the day. Funny thing was though, I had exactly the amount I needed for two of my ingredients to make this batch of muffins, no more, no less. I guess it was meant to be.

As a treat to myself, I splurged on some beautiful, organic peaches this past week. When I’m pregnant, I love a good peach, or anything peachy, really. It’s one craving that has been consistent in all my pregnancies (and this is #3). So having such lovely peaches on hand (and they really were), I knew that this week’s New Pinterest Recipe had to be something with peaches in it. I found this recipe over at Damn Delicious and it seemed perfect for my needs: peachy, wouldn’t take too long (because standing in a kitchen when almost 9 months pregnant is tiresome as well), and not completely unhealthy (The peach and the oats totally balance everything else out, right? Right!). So here we go: Peach Oatmeal Muffins.


  • 1 cup all-purpose flour
  • 1 cup rolled oats
  • 1/2 cup packed brown sugar
  • 2 tsps. baking powder
  • 1/2 tsp. salt
  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, melted and cooled
  • 1 cup sour cream
  • 1 large egg, beaten
  • 1 cup chopped peaches (I ended up using closer to 1 1/2-2 cups since one chopped peach didn’t give me quite enough, so I ended up using two, which since they were rather large, was more than enough. But like I said, this pregnant lady loves peaches so having extra was not an issue for me.)
  • Cinnamon-sugar for sprinkling on top

Preheat the oven to 400°F and line a standard 12 cup muffin tin with paper liners.

In a large bowl, combine your flour, oats, sugar, baking powder, and salt (your dry ingredients).

In a smaller bowl, or a large measuring cup, whisk your egg, sour cream, and butter together (the wet ingredients).

Pour the wet ingredients over the dry, and combine until just moist.

Add peaches and gently stir to combine.

Distribute batter evenly in your lined muffin cups and top with a sprinkling of cinnamon-sugar.

Bake for about 16-18 mins. Makes about 10-12 muffins.

Peach Oatmeal Muffins

Tweaks and Overall Review

I ended up with 12 muffins in my finished batch. Considering that I had probably almost doubled the amount of peach in mine, a standard batch would probably turn out 9 or 10. Also, because I filled my muffin tins almost to the brim, my baking time was a little longer. I took them out at 20 mins., since at 18 they were still just a little too underdone and I wanted slightly more color on the tops. Finally, I will take this chance to emphasize: Use liners for this one! It will make your life easier. Even if you usually don’t, use liners this time. Oh, and be sure and use fresh peaches. I know that makes this more of a seasonal recipe, but just don’t bother with frozen on this one. The flavor just won’t be the same.

These turned out so well. I was really pleased. You can definitely taste the oats, but there is plenty of peach to go with it. One of my taste testers described them as being like peaches and cream oatmeal in muffin form. These are definitely something to eat same day as baking, since hopefully you are using nice, juicy peaches, so I wouldn’t recommend letting the muffins sit too long. I don’t imagine that being a problem though. These are definitely getting added to the regular baking rotation. Hopefully I’ll get another good batch of peaches and can make them again soon, because these were just that good.

Hitting “The Wall”

I think I’m at that point. The point in pregnancy where you hit your wall. I’m at the point where I have transitioned from happy, energetic, dare I say sometimes even cute pregnant, to big, awkward, uncomfortable, waddling at all times pregnant. I’m not exactly miserable pregnant yet, though I’m sure I’ll get there sooner than I’d like, but I’m definitely starting my “How Much Longer Until It’s Over?” countdown. (For the record, there are about 9 weeks to go.)

I guess what’s getting to me is I’m hitting my wall about a month ahead of my last two pregnancies. With my first, even though I was pregnant in summer, in Texas, I didn’t really hit my wall until into my eighth month. My second was about the same, partially because I spent my last trimester in fall/winter weather, so heat or humidity wasn’t such an issue. This time around, I’m in my last trimester in summer again, and even though the humidity is not nearly as bad here, the heat is still starting to get to me. It definitely isn’t helping the general discomfort issue, which makes it hard enough to sleep as it is. Add to that to the fact that being pregnant is like having a space heater inside you, and yeah, a good night’s sleep is hard to come by, especially in summer.

The other thing bugging me is I feel like I’m bigger now than I was with either of the girls at this point in my previous pregnancies. The whole feeling bigger earlier also means I’m feeling slow and awkward earlier, which is definitely not convenient with two very active girls at home. I know, I know, third pregnancy and this sort of thing is sort of to be expected. While there are definite benefits to this not being my first rodeo, this is not one of them. So there you have it. I have hit my wall. Oh well, only about 9 more weeks to go, right?

The Home Stretch

As of tomorrow, we’re in the home stretch: Third Trimester! On the one hand, part of me feels like this pregnancy has flown by, but on the other, hitting the 28 week mark reminds me that I get to spend pretty much the whole summer getting bigger and feeling more uncomfortable. Thank God for air conditioning!

Now there is one downside to hitting this milestone. It also means tomorrow I face my least favorite part of pregnancy. To me this one thing is worse than morning sickness and even childbirth. I speak of the dreaded glucose test. (*Shudder*) I despise it. The drink (“glucola”) is absolutely vile. To me it tastes like very sweet, flat, watered down soda. It takes all my skills learned at college social events to be able to hold my nose and chug the stuff as quickly as possible and then not throw up immediately afterward. Add the fact that my prior experiences have involved the drink being orange flavored (a flavor I cannot stand) and my having to be on an empty stomach to take the test (I’m bad enough hungry when I’m not pregnant. When I am, the hanger is even more irrational.), and hopefully you can understand why I dread this so.

However, I am hopeful that tomorrow will be an improvement. I actually got a choice of flavors this time, so I was able to pick lemon-lime instead of orange. I’m not hoping for any marked improvement in taste. I’m sure the lemon-lime flavor is just as overly sweet, flat, and watered down as the orange, but at least it’s not orange. Also, this time around I don’t have to fast, so hopefully I won’t be desperately digging in my purse for a granola bar as soon as the blood draw is over. I’ll still probably take a snack to have afterwards, but I won’t be as frantic to find it.

So there you have it. The home stretch and my least favorite part of pregnancy. I know in the grander scheme of things it is a minor, silly sort of thing to dislike so much, but honestly, to me, my least pleasant memories of pregnancy have been the two prior glucose tests. Oh well, bottoms up!