Contractions
Last night my contractions got way painful, but they aren't anymore regular. They are definitly getting harder to ignore though. I have my next doctors appointment Friday morning, so if I haven't had Jakob by then, I am definitly going to ask if there is anything they can do. I hate calling because I feel like that paranoid annoyance. At the same time though I have absolutly no idea what I am supposed to be feeling.
I told work on Saturday morning that after I work what I am scheduled this week that I am going to haev to stop. All the weight that I have gained is taking its toll now. My feet hurt and pop whenever I move, my back hurts, and I am contracting throughout my entire shifts. I am really lucky to work with such great supportive managers and people.
I feel the closer I am getting to my due date the more restless, anxious, and grumpy I am getting.
It takes a crane to pull me out of bed. I have to get out of bed with said crane every 15-20 minutes to pee. I feel like my entire abdomen is bruised and angry. I miss my body.
No one tells you the silly little things that change in pregnancy. A perfect example of this is when using a public restroom you have to maneuver yourself so the stall door doesn't hit your belly when you are trying to close it. Who knew?!
With all that being said... on a positive note... When Jakob is a little older (obviously) I desperatly want to take him to the Hands on Museum. It sounds amazing and I would enjoy myself as much as he would! Maybe that could be a Krissy/Diana playdate?!
I told work on Saturday morning that after I work what I am scheduled this week that I am going to haev to stop. All the weight that I have gained is taking its toll now. My feet hurt and pop whenever I move, my back hurts, and I am contracting throughout my entire shifts. I am really lucky to work with such great supportive managers and people.
I feel the closer I am getting to my due date the more restless, anxious, and grumpy I am getting.
It takes a crane to pull me out of bed. I have to get out of bed with said crane every 15-20 minutes to pee. I feel like my entire abdomen is bruised and angry. I miss my body.
No one tells you the silly little things that change in pregnancy. A perfect example of this is when using a public restroom you have to maneuver yourself so the stall door doesn't hit your belly when you are trying to close it. Who knew?!
With all that being said... on a positive note... When Jakob is a little older (obviously) I desperatly want to take him to the Hands on Museum. It sounds amazing and I would enjoy myself as much as he would! Maybe that could be a Krissy/Diana playdate?!