Update
OK, I'll go ahead and say it. I am so done being pregnant. Beginning around Week 37, my body started decreasing the progesterone it creates in order to prepare my body for not being pregnant anymore. Holy crap. In case you didn't know it, I have hormone issues. When I was 21, I was finally put on birth control when I passed out due to the pain coming from period cramps. It used to be so bad that on the first couple of days I could *sometimes* make it from the bed to the couch. Otherwise I was in horrific pain, and was having to take a lot of sick days. Anyway, when I got put on birth control, it was like there was a whole new world out there. I had NO IDEA what it felt like to be even. Since I was about ten or eleven, my hormones had been up, down, and around again - all the time. And birth control evened me out.
This was one of our worries when we decided to get pregnant. First of all, we thought it would take a lot longer, be a lot harder, and that my hormones would go nuts. Amazingly enough, this has not happened. The pregnancy has been sooo easy. I have had almost no problems. And until now, the hormones haven't been too bad. But, this past weekend I cried: 1) when I thought my CD player had scratched my Daughtry CD, 2) when I couldn't shave my legs, and 3) when I was attempting to cook dinner and it was working like I wanted it to. My husband, Superman that he is, 1) changed the batteries in the CD player, 2) climbed into the bathtub and shaved my legs for me, and 3) led me into the living room, sat me on the couch under the fan, and finished cooking dinner for me. This is on top of cutting the grass, cleaning the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher (twice), loading and unloading the clothes in the washer/drier for me, and bringing them to me so I can fold.
I HATE not having control over my emotions. HATE IT! I know I'm being stupid when I'm crying, but I can't make it stop. I feel really bad saying that I'm done being pregnant, especially when we found out last night about a couple that we know who lost their baby at six months pregnant. But the baby is heavy. And hurts. He no longer kicks, but pushes. And since he weighs around seven pounds, he's got some power behind this pushing. Imagine lying on your back and pushing up at something with your feet. This is what our child does to my ribs. I am actually bruised.
Baby, unfortunately, seems in no hurry to make an appearance. He likes hanging out around my ribs. At the last doctor's appointment, the doctor said he actually thinks the baby has gone back UP! NO! This is not the direction we want. I have another appointment today; let's hope for better news.
I get looks everywhere I go. Yes, I'm pregnant. Will has another softball game tomorrow night, and I guarantee you one of the players will make yet another comment about how I shouldn't be there. Listen, dude, just because your wife doesn't come doesn't give you the right to tell me whether or not I should be out and about! Wednesday night we'll have Supper Club. Our Sunday School class has divvied up the names of couples so that every three-four months you meet (once a month) with three other couples to have dinner - hence "Supper Club". We just switched groups, so this will be our first one with these three couples. I'm excited about getting to know them better. Oh, man, have I been bored, so this is much needed for me. There's only so much HGTV you can watch - seriously.
Well, baby and I are hungry, so it's time for lunch!
This was one of our worries when we decided to get pregnant. First of all, we thought it would take a lot longer, be a lot harder, and that my hormones would go nuts. Amazingly enough, this has not happened. The pregnancy has been sooo easy. I have had almost no problems. And until now, the hormones haven't been too bad. But, this past weekend I cried: 1) when I thought my CD player had scratched my Daughtry CD, 2) when I couldn't shave my legs, and 3) when I was attempting to cook dinner and it was working like I wanted it to. My husband, Superman that he is, 1) changed the batteries in the CD player, 2) climbed into the bathtub and shaved my legs for me, and 3) led me into the living room, sat me on the couch under the fan, and finished cooking dinner for me. This is on top of cutting the grass, cleaning the kitchen, unloading the dishwasher (twice), loading and unloading the clothes in the washer/drier for me, and bringing them to me so I can fold.
I HATE not having control over my emotions. HATE IT! I know I'm being stupid when I'm crying, but I can't make it stop. I feel really bad saying that I'm done being pregnant, especially when we found out last night about a couple that we know who lost their baby at six months pregnant. But the baby is heavy. And hurts. He no longer kicks, but pushes. And since he weighs around seven pounds, he's got some power behind this pushing. Imagine lying on your back and pushing up at something with your feet. This is what our child does to my ribs. I am actually bruised.
Baby, unfortunately, seems in no hurry to make an appearance. He likes hanging out around my ribs. At the last doctor's appointment, the doctor said he actually thinks the baby has gone back UP! NO! This is not the direction we want. I have another appointment today; let's hope for better news.
I get looks everywhere I go. Yes, I'm pregnant. Will has another softball game tomorrow night, and I guarantee you one of the players will make yet another comment about how I shouldn't be there. Listen, dude, just because your wife doesn't come doesn't give you the right to tell me whether or not I should be out and about! Wednesday night we'll have Supper Club. Our Sunday School class has divvied up the names of couples so that every three-four months you meet (once a month) with three other couples to have dinner - hence "Supper Club". We just switched groups, so this will be our first one with these three couples. I'm excited about getting to know them better. Oh, man, have I been bored, so this is much needed for me. There's only so much HGTV you can watch - seriously.
Well, baby and I are hungry, so it's time for lunch!