Okay, so I am no runway model

And I am no raving beauty either.

And I know all that because I have mirrors at home. Still, why do some people insist on telling me how ugly and fat I have become recently because of my current condition?

In case you are wondering what I’m rambling on about, my recent bouts of sickness is due to the common women’s ailment, pregnancy. If you have not guessed already from some of the hints I have been dropping in previous posts.

As with my previous pregnancy, I put on a tremendous amount of weight, regardless of whether I ate anything or not. I may be puking my face blue and surviving on cream crackers most of the time but my body is damn efficient wan. It will conserve every single ounce and somehow found a way to pad my frame with nice, soft ‘cushions’. So, I am now on the way to becoming fatter than one of the contestants in The Biggest Loser reality show.

And that’s not the worse of it. My previously clear complexion is no longer clear. I have acne. I have weird red blotches. And I DO NOT glow. Uh-uh. Other pregnant women glow and look fabulous. Me? I look like some fat teenager with a bad skin problem. No glow. No fabulous anything.

As if I don’t know how horrid I already look, more so than my previous self, of course there are some people who deemed it their duty to tell me I look horrible. And ugly. And fat.

Err… Hello. I am just pregnant. Not blind. And no, I am no runway model mom either. I know all this weight gain and bad skin and extreme bloating will be gone after the li’l parasite is out but obviously, some people thinks it will stay with me for life.

Don’t tell me what I can or cannot eat because you are not the one barfing up food and suffering all the heartburn and indigestion.

You are not the one who has to force yourself to drink water even though the taste of it makes you puke.

You are not the one having to eat cream crackers just to keep the nausea away.

You are not the one who has weird food cravings which you have to give in to but end up with bad heartburn.

You are not the one suffering dizzy spells day and night.

You are not the one who gets tired and fatigued by evening every day.

You are not the one having a parasite sucking every nutrient from your body regardless of whether you eat or not.

You are not the one suffering from all-day ‘morning’ sickness even in your second trimester.

And no, I do not relish the idea of looking like some alien with a stick thin figure and a round, protruding belly. I don’t mind getting fat now because I know it’s what my body and the baby needs. I’d rather be fat and ugly and have a healthy full term baby than be stick thin and suffer health complications later like brittle bones from lack of calcium or something worse.

And NO, I am not having twins. I am just a FAT, pregnant mother. Okay??!? The last I checked, it wasn’t illegal for pregnant moms to be bigger than their normal size. And if my gynae is not having any problems with my weight (in fact, he told me to eat more because he is concerned about my not consuming enough nutrients), why should anyone else be so concerned?

And yes, being pregnant with bouts of all-day morning sickness and extreme fatigue has put me in more than a grumpy mood most of the time. In fact, I am down right mean nowadays. Sarcasm is nothing compared to my temper, nowadays.

Also, this is my blardy blog so I have the right to vent my anger over anything at all here! If you have any complains, go start your own blog.

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