Okay, I'm done with this pregnancy now.
I'm ready for baby to come out.
I'm ready to lose the swelling in my legs and feet.
I'm ready to no longer have a watermelon for a belly.
I'm ready to be able to put my own socks on in the morning.
I'm ready to walk like a normal person again.
I'm ready to be able to put my pants on while standing up.
I'm ready to actually pee more than 2 tbsp when my bladder feels like it's going to burst.
I'm ready to sleep on my back again.
I'm ready to not have nightly leg cramps.
I'm ready to have better eyesight again.
I'm ready to eat spicy food again.
I'm ready to pack away the bottles of Tums I need within reach at all times.
I'm ready to not have my sciatic nerve pinched at least once per day.
I'm ready to have more wardrobe (and shoe) choices again.
I'm ready to be able to see the entire front of my body without the aid of a mirror.
I'm ready to not have a baby's head grind into my pelvic floor.
I'm ready to not have what feels like a baby trying to attempt to exit the womb via my belly button.
I'm ready to meet this little person I've been in love with for months now...
Sunday, December 16, 2012
We're moved in! For the past two days it has felt like we're house sitting for someone because we can hardly believe how this place is ours. Thanks to Super Jules, we're about 90% unpacked now so it really feels like a home.
While renting we rarely ever interacted with neighbours. We are friendly people and will say 'hi' or 'good morning' to people but they tend to ignore the gesture - most likely just renter mentality and the knowledge that eventually everyone moves on so why get overly friendly. Anyway, with moving into a new neighbourhood of home owners, Jules and I have been looking forward to getting to know at least our immediate neighbours. Wouldn't you know it, yesterday evening our doorbell rang and there stood one of our next door neighbours with a gorgeous poinsettia arrangement and a very nice welcome card for us. Yay, good start already. Today I made some squares and cookies and bought a couple cute Christmas trays and tomorrow we'll go ring the doorbells of our two next door neighbours - the one to say thank you for their kind gesture and the other one (the one we share a wall and driveway with) to introduce ourselves.
Normally going to a 'quick' trip to the grocery store for baking ingredients and the dollar store for trays would take an hour at the most, considering both stores are less than 5 minutes away from where we live. However, I've officially gotten to the point in this pregnancy where I move like I'm 99 years old. It seems like I now get a braxton hicks contraction every twenty steps and I waddle like a penguin now that baby girl has dropped to what feels like my thighs. I can't just grab a basket because carrying weight causes contractions so I have to get a cart. Then I shuffle around the store for what feels like an eternity while I try to remember what I needed. I was nearly body checked out of the way by an older woman in the baking aisle because I took too long deciding which brand/size of marshmallows I wanted. By the time I checked out and waddled to the car I was absolutely exhausted. I had a short window to get the majority of the baking done before baby daddy and his partner showed up with dinner and to see the house so I was on my feet a lot more than I should have been today. I just ache now and wish someone would now ring my doorbell and offer me a massage. I'd ask Jules to rub my feet but the poor woman is exhausted from all the moving and unpacking. Maybe I'll just break in the bathtub upstairs instead. Yeah, that sounds good...
Wednesday, December 12, 2012
I thought I would get lucky and make it through the rest of my pregnancy without getting one of the seasonal colds/flus but unfortunately I caught the horrible head cold Jules was struck down with last week (that she's still getting over). This nasty bug caused her to miss 3.5 days of work last week and so far this week I've missed 2.5 days of work. My last day of work is next Thursday so this is totally not the time to be missing work. On one hand I'm really stressed about missing this time to get in more training time with my back-up-to-be, but on the other hand, this is good practice for him and let's face it, at some point I need to worry about me (and the baby) first and work second. Hopefully I can get some half decent sleep tonight and I'll make an attempt to go in to work tomorrow to get a few critical things done.
Meanwhile, Jules is continuing to pack last minute things as she gears up for the move to our new house on Friday. I'm so lucky to have married someone who a) loves to pack, b) loves to move, and c) is fine with me not interfering with a or b.
Yesterday, after spending most of the day in bed, I got up to take a bath only to find the water scalding hot even on the coldest setting. This had happened to us a month or two ago so I knew what we were in for. Sure enough, I went down into the basement to find it flooding and the hot water tank spewing water out faster than the tiny drain could get rid of it. Luckily the stuff we still have down there was stacked in the far corner, the only area of the basement that wasn't covered in water. Long story short, the landlord sent the same plummer over from the last incident and this time he replaced the faulty heat sensor (last time they just decided to monitor it). The hot water tank is only three years old so it's a little concerning that the part needed to be replaced already but I guess sometimes things just don't last like they should. Once the plummer left this morning, I was able to run the dishwasher (yay clean dishes!) and a load of laundry (yay clean pajamas ) AND take a bath all with water warm enough for the tasks. What a luxury we haven't had since the stupid hot water tank did this the last time. The things you get used to...
Well, time to lay down again...
Wednesday, December 5, 2012
I've logged on several times in the past couple of weeks intending to post a new blog entry but then I decide I don't have anything new and/or interesting to update with. It doesn't feel like much has changed in a month:
- We're moving into our new home on Dec 14th
- I feel enormous with my baby belly and puffiness all over my body (especially my calves).
- The baby has dropped a bit because I can now catch my breath and I don't have heartburn 24/7. I've been feeling frequent pelvic pressure and at least once a day it feels like someone has kicked me in the crotch and I feel bruised when I walk.
- I've stopped gaining weight even though I'm starving all the time and feel like I'm eating constantly.
- Sleep eludes me most nights now. I fall into a light dream state where I dream all sorts of messed up things (the other night I dreamt I was a murder victim) and then I open my eyes like I was just laying there with them closed for a while. I usually have to get up for a couple hours in the middle of the night, either to eat or because I just can't stand to lay in bed at that point. I then go to work exhausted every morning. I'm really looking forward to starting maternity leave later this month.
- Jules is really sick right now with a cold and has had to stay home from work for the past two days. I'm honestly really surprised I haven't picked up the cold yet considering I haven't been exactly quarantining either Jules or myself to avoid it. I feel really bad for her because she's been doing so much around the house and her work is really busy and she's been leading our home buying endeavour... The absolute last thing she deserves is to feel like this. I've been doing my best to take care of her the past two days - hopefully some of the remedies I've subjected her to will help (neti pot, Nyquil, soup, smoothies, etc.)