Jun 16, 2009 14:48
We went for an ultrasound yesterday and it confirmed what I've thought for a while now; little girl is head down and sitting really, really freaking low, and if we go as far as her actual July 12th due date, I'll be really, really freaking surprised. She's just shy of 6 pounds right now (which is nearly two pounds bigger than I was when I was born, but I was a preemie), and is average length/weight for a 36-week old communion alien. Which is all good.
Y'see, I've hit that point where I just want to be done now. I honestly felt myself noticably slow down this past weekend. The moment I stand up, I feel her pressing down and it's rather uncomfortable. My hips are sore when I wake up now, akin to the feeling I'd get the first few days of camping/hiking, while adjusting to carrying a heavy load mostly balanced on my hips. And I know I've finally developed that pregnant waddle, which I hate :) This past Saturday, after a few days of not very good sleep, I didn't manage to drag myself out of bed until 1:30 in the afternoon. And I still felt fairly exhausted. Even just trying to turn over in bed is a near Herculean task. I just want to feel mobile again I guess.
And my skin problems seem to be getting worse as this goes on. I admit, I was a very lucky teenager in that I never had skin problems; I had the odd pimple once in a blue moon, but never anything more than that. But now I've got this breakout all on my forehead, and they keep cropping up around my nose and on my chin. I've always washed my face regularly, and yet I feel completely ill-equipped to deal with this. Sigh.
Labour doesn't scare me (actually, it didn't really the first time either), I know it will suck, I know I'll tolerate the contractions for awhile and then I'll want drugs. Beyond that, whatever happens, happens. But at least it will mean I no longer have to be pregnant, and I'm rather looking forward to that :)
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