Done

The last time I was pregnant, I posted about how miserable and uncomfortable the end of pregnancy was and, VOILA, she was born the next day.
Part of me is hoping it works again, even if we still have five weeks.

SPD gets worse with each pregnancy, and this one is no exception. I'm starting to think I have a fracture. I made the mistake of grocery shopping before the game yesterday. I move too slowly for crowds, apparently, because I got run over and bumped into more often than not. To say in the least, I was cranky. And then I was in serious pain. Every step hurts, and I can't fit in my tiny tub to get much relief (I have to go in on my stomach, with my arms under my chest to support me and help me float a little, and my whole backside out of the water).

The heavy body claustrophobia is setting in, not being able to move like myself really starts to wear on me. I miss moving quickly. Touching my feet (ugh, they need a major pedicure). Shaving my legs (when they are half the size).

I was up all night again with contractions. And while it's fun to imagine that means labor is imminent, it doesn't. Not in my case. Remember this? Yup, a full MONTH before Rory was born. My body likes to get good and ready while my babies take their time and get fat faced and adorable. I had nausea this early with Rory, the restlessness, the whole shebang. This kid is staying put till March, which I guess gives me more time to slowly execute all the things I have to do.

The heartburn this time is SO MUCH WORSE, and I'm drinking my baking soda water right now to combat it. I will say it's the first time I've had to make my own baking soda water, because usually my very sympathetic pregnancy homey does it for me, so I've put roughly 1000 times too much baking soda in it. But it's very effective.

To say I am irritable is a huge understatement. Ryan's cat wants nothing more than to sleep on my belly and purr and if she comes near me again she's getting kicked. I'm going to do my housework for the day (as much as I can handle) and I've promised Ryan to take it easy today. The problem is, there is SO MUCH TO DO and taking it easy adds to my stress because it doesn't get done. Ugh. I'm starting to see the appeal of elective C-sections.