Does someone honestly think God is a woman?

No. Pregnancy is not all happiness and sunshine. Today I feel like an alien has attacked my body. The mothership. I feel tired, fat, and not so pretty. I also feel misunderstood. And frustrated. I want to be spoiled, taken care of just for the day. It's like I continue through my routine day by the day, but the truth is I'm not the same person. I am no longer selfish and I think about the baby before myself. My body doesn't feel like it just belongs to me anymore. I hate to complain, I know I'm lucky. Many women are not as lucky as me, and my baby is healthy and so am I. But today I would like to have a glass of wine, a massage, and fit into my cute clothes. I want to stay out late and feel lovely and have fun! Does anyone else want to carry her just for the day? I'm not usually like this, everyone knows how much I love my little bean. I just felt the need to vent. And as I typed this she kicked me. That's the constant little reminder that this is totally worth it.