I feel bad saying it, but I’m kind of sick of being pregnant. Like hasn’t it been long enough already? I’m just uncomfortable most of the time these days.
My ankles are swollen up and chub chub… and not that I ever really wear socks, because I’m so fucking hot and sweaty all the time, but when I do, even Chris’ socks leave tight marks around my ankles that make them look like they were wearing socks two sizes too small.
I have to prep dinner in small steps — chop vegetables, sit down for a few minutes. Chop meat, sit down for a few minutes. Otherwise my back and feet start aching badly when I finally remember to sit down. This isn’t so bad, if necessary I can stand and prepare an entire dinner, but since I know that taking breaks makes it easier on me, I plan the extra time into my prep work.
I’m extremely sensitive to sugar. For months I’ve been mixing juice with club soda (thanks to those of you who recommended it!), but now after I have a glass of that my mouth feels like cotton candy and my body feels dry, so I have to fill up on water with lemon to make myself feel normal again. I’m also thirsty all the time. I wake up in the middle of the night to pee, then come out and drink another glass of water because my mouth, nose, and throat are like sandpaper — and that’s with a humidifier in our bedroom.
I’ve been getting stomach and abdomen aches for the past few nights. I don’t think that they’re related to one another, but it’s annoying that each night I end up feeling like I’m either going to puke my guts out (when my stomach, which seems to be courting my ribs, hurts for no apparent reason) or implode (when my abdomen hurts — it gets really tight — not sure if this is BHC happening or gas or what).
Sleeping is a chore. I sleep with merely a sliver of the cover across me to try and stay cool, then bunch the rest of “my” portion of the blankets behind my back. It’s hard to get comfortable when my husband is in bed with me though — if he is, it’s more comfortable on the couch, because it’s supportive against my back and the cushion curves under my belly. When he isn’t in bed (that is, after he leaves for work) I bundle all the blankets up and wrap myself around them like a body pillow, with all the spare pillows tucked behind my back. This is a lot of work when I roll over…
… which is a rare thing anyhow, because of the pain in my left hip/thigh that isn’t getting any better. Anytime I have to rotate/drag that leg, I experience a shooting pain. Unfortunately, as you who have been pregnant know, when you need to move then you need to move and there’s no way you can tolerate remaining in the same position.
That said though, when I have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to go pee (every 2-3 hours), actually standing up is a heck of a lot harder than moving my legs over the edge of the bed. I’m still having that pelvic ache whenever I move from a sitting to standing position, and I have to steady myself against the wall when I first stand — the ache in my pelvis paired with the burning in my hip is obnoxious.
Sitting on the toilet is one of the greatest feelings in the world. Some women labour on the toilet and I just might be one of them. Sometimes I just go sit on it for fun though (it was fun explaining that one to Chris)!
I know this is a post full of complaints, but I want to point out that they’re all physical. Deep down I wonder if it’s ungrateful to type anything negative about the pregnancy experience but I know that it’s important to stay faithful to myself and record these things truthfully. Mentally, emotionally, and spiritually I feel wonderful. A little worn down, a little confused by all these discomforts, and a not quite feeling like pregnancy is so cute and easy anymore, but very happy and at peace. Chris is all the sudden turning into a Superman Spouse that somehow anticipates everything I need before I even know need it. I am ready to meet our baby girl, when she’s ready to make her appearance.