These last few days have been rough.
In general, I really try to keep a positive spin on life and overall, I’m pretty good at it. But since week 36 of this pregnancy, I really haven’t been feeling this whole preggar lady thing.
I tried to deny it.
At first I was like, “oh its just a transition to the last month, it’ll be tough for a week or so and then I’ll acclimate.” There were several little transitions through the pregnancy that brought on a rough day or two, or three, then they passed.
But here’s the truth: these last few days suck.
And I say, “last few days” because I’m technically 38 weeks and I can’t handle saying, “last two weeks.” Or lord forbid 3. Cue scary movie music.
First theres the whole no sleep thing:
I can’t, for the life of me, sleep. Hence this post commencing at 3:35 AM. So please, no one else say, “enjoy your sleep before the baby comes!”
Because you might get punched square in the nose.
There’s no sleep to be had.
I’m pretty sure I have pregnant lady restless legs syndrome, because anytime I lay down, my legs just go jumpy for an hour before they go still. Inevitably, after an hour, my hip is asleep and I have to pee. Again. So this is quite the defeating cycle.
Also, the baby loves dancing at night. Lately, its into doing the Cotton-Eyed-Joe. Don’t ask me where it learned that from. Maybe youtube? Do you think it could’ve snuck an iPhone in there with it? But its super uncomfortable. I’m half way concerned its going to break my right lower ribs as it loves putting on of its feet under them before starting the kick part of the dance.
This has led to many zombie days.
In fact, on Friday, for my job supporting rehab equipment sales, I had a physical therapist ask me to email her a link to a video from my companies website. I was like, “oh sure, no problem.” Only to realize hours later when she emailed me back to, “confirm she had the right link”, that, what I actually sent her was the link to enter the 2017 HGTV Smart Home Sweepstakes!
Not only does that have nothing to do with my company or what I sale…when you think about it, it jeopardizes my chances of winning the much-longed-for amazing 2017 HGTV smart home in Scottsdale, Arizona! I mean the more people that enter, the lesser chance I have!
Second, there’s the food getting everywhere problem:
I’m not really a physics person. It was the only class in college that I made a C in, which I still feel bummed about, because I actually tried. But Newton or Einstein or whoever, was onto something when he noted that gravity and mass are related.
This large belly totally attracts food to it like a magnet. I’ve ruined many a shirts lately with Digorno pizza (the rising crust kind is the best), or iced coffee, or a snow cone, or you name it. Food everywhere. Its like I’m the cookie monster. OMG. I know I didn’t have this problem pre-giant belly.
Third, I just need help.
The boy has to help me out so much now. His car is so low to the ground that I can’t get out unless he comes around to give me a hand. He also has to help me put on any shoes that aren’t slip on.
The other day, I was working with a patient who started apologizing for her “winter legs” as she hadn’t shaved in a while. I was like, “Lady. Trust me here. Your “winter legs” got nothin’ on these preggar legs.”
If I want my lower legs to be shaved, the boy has to do that too. And although, I so appreciate his efforts, he is unfamiliar with the way my leg hair hides behind knee crevices and my around ankle bones. So yeah, the leg hair is real special right now.
Then when we do our evening walks, the boy and his tall legs have to slow to like half his walking pace. Other wise my legs start burning with lactic acid like I’ve been sprinting or something! Props to you people who run through your entire pregnancy, count me impressed. I can just barely make it around the block, walking!
Also my job requires quite a bit of toting around equipment, pushing wheelchairs and bending down to the ground. All of which are almost impossible at this point. So I’ve had to ask co-workers and sometimes random therapists who I hardly know to help me do such tasks. I hate feeling so helpless, especially at work.
The bright side:
I’m almost ashamed to admit that these aren’t even all my complaints. But I tried to gather the funny ones. Because there is some saying out there about either crying or laughing, and I’m trying to chose laughing.
Like I said, I take a fairly positive perspective on life. I know in my head there’s a bright side here. A giant miracle from God, actually. I’ve had a good, healthy pregnancy and baby Rose is close!
I just don’t feel the bright side right now.
And thats OK….
Just as long as baby Rose comes in these next few days.
In the mean time, I’ll just be here wallowing in self pitty and a shirt stained with pizza sauce.