Motherhood vent

Now that I have figured out how this whole thing works, there is a specific topic that I really just can't get over, that I would love to share with the world and get feedback on. Here goes... So I totally LOVE being a mommy, and have wanted nothing more for my entire life. However, I would like to talk about the things that NO ONE ever talks about when you become a mother. Where to begin, though....Well, first off, getting pregnant for us, was no accident. We talked for along time about when we were going to start trying and if we were ready, and we decided that we were. Now, pregnancy is a beautiful thing! If you enjoy being nauseous or vomiting all the time, not being able to eat some of your favorite foods or any food sometimes, for that matter. Oh, and there is always the weight gain (which wasn't so horrible for me except for the fact that I was already kind of big), the water retention and bloating, gas, mood swings (which our husbands really enjoy), crying for no reason or for stupid things (such as my husband taking some of my cheetos out of the bowl I had just made for myself (Like there wasn't plenty more for me to get out of the bag if I ran out!) and there are so many more stories like this one), being tired all of the time even when you don't do anything, and then ...on top of all that... on a regular basis, we get to pee in a cup, have blood drawn, and have tests done for the baby's sake and sometimes for our own. These things aren't that horrible really, but that first sonogram (at least for me) was a bit of a suprise. Not only did we finally get to see that there really was a baby inside of me, and hear the heartbeat for the first time, but it was not the ultrasound that I was expecting. I did not know that they have a vaginal sonogram! Fine that happened once, now I know, but then there is the other (like a papsmear) exams too, the diabetes test, and the list goes on. Every womans dream! After the dream comes true, then we get to labor. Yeah, everyone says it hurts, and they get drugs and that makes it all better. BOLOGNE! Ok, so the drugs help a little, but that isn't really that fun either. My entire body was numb from my ribs down, therefore you can't control your gasiness (little bit embarassing), or move if you want to. Someone has to move you. Then comes the pushing. Fine, we all make it, but wow. And the nurses and doctors don't really help. My sister's told her that the more she screamed the longer the baby was going to take to come out. Hello, is that something you really want to tell a moody, hormone stricken, drugged, pregnant woman? I don't think, so, obviously, I don't think that nurse had ever had kids herself. My nurse kept telling me to push and then walking away. Uhmmm, where is the baby going to go if no one is there to catch? And what do doctors get paid for? Finally, after 3hrs of pushing, the doctor walks in, puts on a paper gown and some gloves, catches the baby, dad cuts the cord, the doctor says "congratulations" and walks out. WTF! The nurses or anyone for that matter could have done that! Oh, and how about the processes and pain afterwards? They spray your bottom with some stuff, wipe it with rough paper towels, and then take the catheter out and make you pee on your own. Now that was the best feeling in the world! And let me tell you, it doesn't last for just a day or so. And then there is the bleeding for days and weeks on end. You start to wonder if it is ever going to stop, or if you are just going to bleed to death, and who is going to take care of the baby if you do?Oh, and yes you may get over the pain, but I don't think you really "forget" it. It is bad enough that you NEVER forget, you just put it out of your mind, until it is about to happen again. Crazy people aren't we? Holy cow, what a fun day! Now, this is a long, blog, so I will get to the rest tomorrow, but I think this was a good start. Tomorrow, I will get to the "real" joys of being a mother (or father, they are not to be excluded, for they go through some of it too, and some fathers are even the "mother").