Pregnancy is downright comical.
1st ultrasound this morning! I'll start chugging the requisite water in an hour or so.
I have to continually laugh at myself at the genuine surprise I experience when I notice changes taking place in my body. It's not that I didn't know these things were going to happen - it's that I can't help but feel something along the lines of but I didn't think it would really happen to me. Of course we knew that my abdomen was going to start growing at some point - but why is it that Tim & I both marvel at it on a daily basis as though it's coming as a complete surprise!?
Similarly I've been in denial for several weeks about the fact that sleeping is just plain uncomfortable. I'm a side sleeper anyway - that's not the problem. The problem is that I've been propping myself up with an extra pillow to alleviate the fairly severe heartburn I experience otherwise, and this has led to some mild lower back ache by morning. Lately I've added a pillow between my knees, but within the past week sleeping discomfort has escalated at a rate to great to ignore.
It came to a head last night. My hip would hurt after laying for an hour or so on one side. Rolling over was very painful - I'm not sure whether it was gas, or that the way that I was laying over-stretched the muscles between my hip and ribcage, but rolling over hurt enough to wake me up. My lower back was screaming this morning.
So it's obviously time to go out and get a few things. I've been meaning to get a nice cushy pillow-top mattress pad for some time. My parents have one. After napping on it once, my own bed feel suddenly felt like a bed of nails by comparison.
I started looking into support pillows specifically designed for pregnancy, and had to stop at the sight of the first picture I found for fear of wetting my pants:
Even better is that it's called a "Snoogle".
I couldn't help but think that it looks suspiciously like a Pernicious Knid.
What made me laugh even harder is the mental image of myself running down to Target, with a wad full of cash in hand, pleading with them to sell me one after several more nights of aches, pain and repeated waking.
I have to continually laugh at myself at the genuine surprise I experience when I notice changes taking place in my body. It's not that I didn't know these things were going to happen - it's that I can't help but feel something along the lines of but I didn't think it would really happen to me. Of course we knew that my abdomen was going to start growing at some point - but why is it that Tim & I both marvel at it on a daily basis as though it's coming as a complete surprise!?
Similarly I've been in denial for several weeks about the fact that sleeping is just plain uncomfortable. I'm a side sleeper anyway - that's not the problem. The problem is that I've been propping myself up with an extra pillow to alleviate the fairly severe heartburn I experience otherwise, and this has led to some mild lower back ache by morning. Lately I've added a pillow between my knees, but within the past week sleeping discomfort has escalated at a rate to great to ignore.
It came to a head last night. My hip would hurt after laying for an hour or so on one side. Rolling over was very painful - I'm not sure whether it was gas, or that the way that I was laying over-stretched the muscles between my hip and ribcage, but rolling over hurt enough to wake me up. My lower back was screaming this morning.
So it's obviously time to go out and get a few things. I've been meaning to get a nice cushy pillow-top mattress pad for some time. My parents have one. After napping on it once, my own bed feel suddenly felt like a bed of nails by comparison.
I started looking into support pillows specifically designed for pregnancy, and had to stop at the sight of the first picture I found for fear of wetting my pants:
Even better is that it's called a "Snoogle".
I couldn't help but think that it looks suspiciously like a Pernicious Knid.
What made me laugh even harder is the mental image of myself running down to Target, with a wad full of cash in hand, pleading with them to sell me one after several more nights of aches, pain and repeated waking.