So, I am 36 weeks! Really 36-and-a-half, if you’re counting, and I am SO. Counting. And 36-and-a-half weeks of miserable.
Make no mistake, I am thankful to be pregnant, and I am thankful for my baby boy and what he will mean to our family.
But dudes, I am a real person, and I am real sick of being pregnant. I’ve had a headache since yonder about 2 a.m. Thursday morning and I’m worried about my blood pressure which is borderline. (Worrying about your borderline blood pressure does not do much to help it go down, by the way.) Last night I had to leave Joshua’s Christmas program early because the whole right side of my body was numb, the seats being so uncomfortable for my grotesque proportions that every way I tried to sit was painful. I was watching my fingers get fatter, I was having hard Braxton-Hicks, and it was just very unsettling. So I felt like Mother of the Year. He was SO excited about the program. Daddy and Grandma stayed to watch, and Sophie and I headed home so I could get in bed (where she obliged me with some very nice snuggles!)
Up til this week I have actually been sleeping pretty well, not just for a pregnant person, but for ME in general. But this week I have slept very poorly, waking every couple of hours with sore hips and a sore belly, trying to rearrange my five pillows around me so that I can get comfortable enough to go back to sleep for a few. I. am. tired.
Of course, because of my discomfort, I am jonesing to be un-pregnant. But there’s always a paradox. I also don’t want Jonah to come early. Not just because we still have a few things to do to get ready for him, but because I want him to cook as long as he needs to. I’ll be having a c-section a few days before my “official” due date, and I want him to be as healthy and strong as possible.
So anyways. I think it’s time to tuck in and hibernate as much as possible. That’s what Mama Bears do when it gets cold, right? ‘Cause man it got cold this week! And my extra layer of fat is NOT keeping me warm! Just grumpy.
Dude, I want another baby so bad, but am so not looking forward to being preggo again! Nurses would come up to Colin when I was pregnant and tell him how much they loved being pregnant and isn’t it so fun! Colins answer always was, “Please don’t talk to my wife. She might kick you.”
Hang in there mama!
You and your family are in my prayers, I am uncertain if you realize all that your blog does, but at times I battle with some sadness…I refuse the word depression, as it is sooo um depressing! But It never fails, in some dark moments your writing pops into my world and adds a smile or a laught..you are a ray of sunshine on those days. Hope this day brings yopu comfort and smiles, just as you do to so many of us!
Thanks!
Glad I am not the only preggo that has to use at least 5 pillows at night. I am 31 weeks and feel the same way as you do this morning after a another restless night. Hang in there, you’re almost there. =)
Hang in there Jenny, coming from someone who had their baby 3 weeks early and then having him spend 6 extra weeks in the NICU every day and week that you stay pregnant is a blessing
Mrs. Dugger still thinks you’re a wuss!
UP
(we’re close you know!)
My third daughter was born 6 weeks before Christmas, and I LOVED snuggling up with her in the middle of the night (when the rest of the house was quiet), and poring over my Better Homes and Gardens magazines, getting fantastic ideas for a most wonderful Christmas!
He’s almost done cooking….you can do it.
Also nearly snorted my coffee out my nose at your Uncle Paul’s comment.