Monday, March 29, 2010

35 weeks. Apparently all I can talk about is my circumference.


35 weeks. Frankly, I have no idea how some of you (you know who you are) managed to continue running 5+ miles through the last month of your pregnancies. I am beginning to suspect you are some kind of super-human cyborg, because I cannot see how that would be possible otherwise. It seems like all of a sudden - overnight, in fact - the mere act of moving around in a mostly normal fashion has become overwhelmingly difficult. Maybe it's the way I'm carrying or maybe I've just reached that hellish point in late pregnancy that everyone talks about how you just want it to be OVER ALREADY... I don't know, internets. But I can tell you that the sheer act of achieving an upright position has me grunting and heaving, and many everyday activities (getting in and out of the car, rolling over in bed, bending over to pick something up, walking up the stairs...) cause such discomfort as to actually be borderline painful. I have all this pressure / weight / laxity / whatever in my hips and pelvis and it makes simply walking around a feat of exertion. I have to waddle to and fro just to propel my enormous circumference from the couch to the fridge. Another 5 weeks?! Ye gods.

Also? My feet (and hands, face, everywhere else) are swelling on a regular basis now and it doesn't really matter how much protein I eat. I can hardly get my gym shoes on my feet anymore. I've given up wearing anything near professional-looking footwear at work and started schlepping around in flip flops. No one seems to care or even notice in the slightest.

Every task takes me twice as long as it used to. Adam and I spent the weekend getting ready for our move (on MONDAY HOLY MOTHER OF GOD) and I hardly did anything, yet I think I overdid it. I washed all the windows and dusted/cleaned the living and dining rooms, and vacuumed the downstairs, and it took me HOURS to complete all that. By the early afternoon, I felt like I was about 100 years old, hobbling around with nearly arthritic hips. How in the world I am going to survive the actual move is beyond my comprehension and I've decided to simply not think about it and let it happen.

And the heartburn OH MY GAHHHD. I have to stop eating 3-4 hours before bedtime, and definitely cannot eat anything heavy or I will end up with wicked heartburn the moment I lay down to sleep. I can literally feel the stomach acids bubbling up into the back of my throat and it hurts!!!

We are going to our last Bradley class tonight - can you believe that?! 12 weeks of birth classes, already over. I'm really glad we did the class and I would definitely recommend it to anyone if you are planning a natural birth. I feel as ready as I think I could. I barely feel anxious or fearful of the birth anymore. I feel nervous about the various things that could go wrong - I certainly haven't gotten to a place where I've resigned myself to whatever might happen (c-section, etc). I am keeping an open mind that there may be situations in which I will decide to have an epidural, however, if something goes wrong and prevents me from being able to even attempt the unmedicated birth I've been planning for, I will be upset about it. I'm not thinking about it too much. I'm content to wait and take each moment as it comes.

Now if the baby will indulge me by staying in a couple more weeks, but not much longer! God help me if it's the middle of May and I'm still blogging my many complaints!

2 comments:

THE AUTHORS said...

Haha, oh my, you poor thing. You look so ready. Tell me you guys aren't moving on your own. You're hiring some people to come do the he heavy-lifting and what not. Right??

Nina said...

I know it is hard to believe, given the feeling 100 thing, but you do actually look RADIANT! Ha! I hated it when people told me that, but here I am doing it... Hang in there -- you are so close and then you get to meet your daughter!!!

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