There’s a difference between regretting something, and just acknowledging you’re an idiot. I don’t have many regrets (none that spring to mind right now anyway). Yet there are times that I can admit I said/did things that were pretty dumb. Really dumb.
Let’s get real. I needed future me to come and give me a big slap in the face.
Ohhhhh how I had no idea.
1- When I complained about how “fat” I was in early pregnancy
I have this one on my blog even. It’s documented there for everyone to see! At the time everyone kept saying “just you wait”, but I was too caught up in my emotion at the time. It was just bloating you idiot-from-the-past! Now, I’m genuinely stuck with fatty back bums and fluid filled nether regions. My back looks like I have gills. My butt has its own post code, and could actually be a sufficient spot to store away another two babies. When I was complaining, I still fit my jeans back then! What an unappreciative idiot.
2- When I complained about bad sleep
6 hours being “bad”? Oh, but I got to sleep soundly and without waking with butt/leg cramps or a need to pee/eat before the universe collapses in on itself? Now my nights are filled with either needing to puke from heart burn, pee breaks or just being uncomfortable as heck.
I still don’t even appreciate how bad it’s going to get. Even just writing this I’m looking around waiting for future me to appear. I guess they still haven’t invented time travel. Maybe future me is too sleep deprived to care.
3- Getting upset about not running fast enough
I can’t run at all right now. So to the version of me from back then, harden up princess! You’re out there smashing it, no matter how fast or slow you’re running! Appreciate you have two legs and a heart beat that means you can move! What I would give to go for a solid 10km run right now. I had it so good.
4- When I thought pregnant women were lazy
I’m going to hang my head low for this one, and feel the angry mob coming together. I admit I actually thought this. The other night I did the ironing, and it was maybe ten pieces of clothing? I was dreading standing up after the second! My feet were swollen, and I know my posture was disgusting.
In the third trimester I’m just hating standing up. The first trimester was a different kind of fatigue – the one where I just couldn’t move. Everything hurt. But at least if I wanted to roll up into a ball I could. Now, I can’t sit down without fearing having to get up, and the effort that involves. Every single operation of every single day revolves around how hard it will be to move, and can I get around my gut (or, you know, baby). Standing right now makes me wonder if the baby is going to fall out (it would make for an easy labour though).
5- When I voted for Clive Palmer in the government
This one is going to make other people want to hit me too. At the time, we had Labour and Liberal politicians that were annoying. They had done bugger all. In my wisdom (read: idiocy) I thought that I would vote for Clive for the following reasons:I didn’t actually think he would get inI thought if he did, he would shake up it up