31/03/2009

Fun with Pregnancy(?!)

Here's a good old venting blog I've been building up for a month or so in my brain, about the wonders of being the male half of a pregnant couple.
Now, don't go shouting 'oh you poor man not having to carry a child or push it out of your bumbum', because I'm in full agreement with the female side of the argument, how it's all painful and all effort and pushing and uncontrollable urination and such, I just feel that us blokes either get no sympathy at all (why we should get some is below) or get turned into insensitive, heartless idiots when we offer the slightest word of complaint.
Why we deserve a modicum of sympathy? Well, for starters, there's the morning sick creature that carries your future child. This is no longer the woman you wanted to spend all night with, watching episodes of American Idol with, because she is just so lovely that you'll put up with any old crap. No, this is a creature of endless vomiting and complaining (both come out of the mouth, both of which now render her completely inable of doing anything else. Thus the man is left doing every single household chore (not easy when there's a 4 year old undoing the chores shortly after you've done them) whilst still being all sensitive and loving and sympathetic and not falling asleep when she needs you. For all the gratitude you recieve...
And then when it comes to morning sickness, and whatever other ailments that she ends up getting during the pregnancy. Turns out the only things that pregnant girls can do if they get poorly is bugger all towards getting better. The only 'cure' offered by NHS Direct for Morning Sickness (which is a lie. It should really be called Any Time You're Awake Sickness) were those ridiculous sea-sickness wristbands that have no effect, eating little and often (i.e. eating something in between throwing up bouts and hoping it stays down) and for some bizarre reason getting her to lie on her left hand side (improves circulation or some such nonsense), this last one is obviously impossible as the telly is on the wrong side of the room.
For some reason it's impossible to buy these sea-sickness wristbands over the counter at Tescos, even though they are on the shelf next to the Rennies, and since they are a Pharmacy item, they cost twice as much as anything else in the store. For an elastic band with a plastic lump stuck in the middle, and no apparent effect I can heartily unrecommend wasting your money on such crap.
Cravings next, and the reason my house smells like a dodgy burger van. She's gone mad for fried onions, and general unhealthy deep fried stuff and stodge. So, anything like Yorkshire Puddings is good. Anything that requires little effort to cook, tastes nice or helps with my efforts to reduce my gut size is out. And yes, I know that there's the option of cooking separate meals, but then that means eating in separate rooms as the nice looking, nice tasting food that I would want to eat also happens to be the food that triggers off her gipping fits. And by now I've emptied enough buckets to know that everything I can do to prevent a gipping fit is worth doing. (no carrots in pregancy vomit though, unusually - even when she eats carrots).
As for the length of the morning sickness, I think if her last pregnancy is anything to go by, we've got about a week or so left until she stops chucking and enters the so tired she can't do anything stage. I swear none of the above ranting will be found in Myleene's book. Grrr.
Anyway, that's enough ranting for now. Will try and get some more splurging done sometime later in the week.
Happy Humping!

4 comments:

  1. Loving the 'insensitive male bastard' label to your post. Nuff said. (would you rather swap with her???)

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  2. The above amused me no end!
    Above are some of the many reasons why I shall not be having children.
    Happy Humping indeed - but for me, safe humping ;)

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  3. I'm sure Gemma would like to read this LMAO!!

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  4. Eagerly awaiting the next installment....

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