Ok, so this seems like a good place to rant since I'm barely ever on here...

So, I'm almost 4 months pregnant, which is great. I used to think that I couldn't have kids, and here I am, expecting. I love the fact that I'm going to be a mommy, but some of it I just can't handle. The mood swings really fuck me up, especially since it's usually aimed toward poor Tim. I get really sad sometimes, and for no reason. I also get easily emotional, especially when Tim doesn't want to pay attention to me, its horrible. I hate being alone, I hate being bored, and I'm always hungry. The prenatal vitamins, and iron pills I'm on are nightmarish. They make me sick if I don't have the right amount of food in my stomach at the time I take them, then I end up in the bathroom, looking like the exorcist. I hate that it's summer, and there's tons of things I can't do anymore. No amusement parks, nothing remotely fun. I just get to sit on my ass, and watch everyone else enjoy themselves. It's frustration. Yet with all of this shit that comes with being pregnant, I can't describe how amazing it felt when I heard my baby's heartbeat. I know there's a little life in there that depends on me, and that's one of the brightest spots in this whole thing. I know it's going to be rough, but I'm hoping that I'll be a great mom.