My blog that this. OF COURSE I'm going to spend 9 months bitching! I can't go 9 minutes without complaining about SOMETHING. That's just how I roll. But here's my secret. I'm laying low for now.
Whenever someone (at work, in-laws, etc.) asks me how I'm feeling I respond with, "I'm fine, just tired." That's pretty much the truth. Except when my back hurts. Or when I have gas. Or when I can actually feel my skin stretching across my stomach (ew). Or when I have a headache. Or when I feel so fuzzy in the noggin that I can't focus on what my students are reading. Or when I feel like I have to hurl. Or when I'm so dizzy I can barely sit up straight...... You get the point. But I am resisting complaining about all this like a champ!
Why? Here is my devious plan:
1) I know that no one REALLY wants to know how I'm actually feeling. I think it's a given that I feel like crap. Asking me how I feel is just a sneaky attempt to segue into a story about how bad THEY felt during their pregnancy. Usually I still get a snippet of a personal story, but I avoid the tit-for-tat you listened to my bitching, so now I am honor bound to hear your crappy story.
2) I'm saving it up. I know (thanks to all those awesome stories) that by the end I'm going to be MISERABLE. Well, if I've spent 9 months bitching, I won't get any sympathy when I really need it! I'll be the girl who whined wolf. I think restraining myself now will earn me extra sympathy later. Everyone will think Wow, she must be feeling worse than most people- because she hasn't complained about anything so far...... And then they'll do something nice for me- like take over some shitty project I don't want to finish. And it'll be smooth sailing from there.....
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