I have tried not to complain too much during this pregnancy. Really, I have. I have tried to focus more on sharing my experiences with you all without sounding too whiney, but today I need to hit this from a different angle.
My stomach is finally starting to show signs of stretch marks and it’s grody to the max.
I am so tired of getting up to use the bathroom 4-5 times a night. I just want to sleep for 8 hours straight like the good old days. It wouldn’t be so bad if I could just hop out of bed, handle my business and then hop back in. No, I have to use momentum to hurl myself out of bed. I damn near need a crane to get me to the sitting position. That is way more energy than I want to use at 3am.
I ache. I’ve entered this new stage of pregnancy. The discomfort has set in. My whole stomach area aches. My sides ache. Sometimes the aching is straight up pain.
I am only comfortable when I am reclined on my couch. If I am sitting or standing or in any other position, I am not comfortable.
My feet hurt all the time. I always feel like I’ve spent the evening in stilettos. Even if it is first thing in the morning.
My back hurts most of the time.
I get tired of eating.
I have so much to do to get ready for her arrival and only one-tenth of the energy to do it. I work in bursts of energy.
I thought I had decided on bedding for the nursery and then changed my mind. Now I don’t know what I want. I’m starting to not care and that is taking the fun away from me. I wish someone would make the decision for me.
I really need a glass of wine but I am so far away from having it I might as well not even think about it.
I need a day (or three) of complete pampering and coddling.
I’m tired of being pregnant. On the other hand, I kinda want her to stay in there forever where I can see to all of her needs. I’m afraid once she gets here I am going to fail her.