This has been a really good pregnancy. I mean, I have the diabetes, and that sucks because I also have a MAD, CRAZY sweet tooth...anyone else get that with boys? But really, I've felt great through this pregnancy. I've eaten really healthy, I didn't swell much, I ran until I was 6 months, I walk every day, I do yoga when I can. I've felt really, really good.
It started like mine always do, I was sick. But it wasn't as bad as I had it with Freddie. I've missed beer, and sushi, and over-easy eggs. But all-in-all, I really can't complain.
And then BAM!
People, I have hit the wall. I am DONE.
Today I am 37 weeks, 4 days. So I know, I know...I'm close...so I should not complain...but it's my blog, I'll complain if I want to.
I don't sleep anymore. I see almost every hour on the clock.
I'm swelling now. My feet hit the floor in the morning and I can feel the fluid just rushing to them. And they HURT.
The heat is killing me, and I am a summer person. I hate the winter and snow and cold weather. But seriously if it snowed right now, I'd sit in it on my deck.
I can't get comfortable...not sitting, not standing, not lying, not walking. I feel like my pelvis is going to explode. Some part of this child's body is grinding my right hip bone.
Working is tough. Sitting at my desk makes me swell more, and I'm so tired I can barely focus my attention on anything.
I have to pee every single time - and I'm not exaggerating - I stand up.
And all I want to do is lie on the couch and eat a VAT of ice cream. With hot fudge...Clif - DO NOT FORGET the hot fudge when I'm in the hospital!!!
So that's where I am. I have not felt like blogging. I have not felt like doing anything with anyone in order to blog about it. All I think about is being done, and then I think...
...that's sad, because what if this is it? What if this is the last time I feel little kicks and rolls and hiccups? What if this is the last time I wear my favorite maternity outfit? What if it's the last time my kids hug my belly and tell me they love their baby brother? The last time I pick someone's name (which we have not done, by the way!!!)?
And then I feel like I can manage a bit longer. So I'll be here...managing.