We’ve made it…this far.
Today, I am exactly one month away from my due date.
I’m not entirely sure if I would consider myself “miserable” at this point or not. I don’t have any swelling or a baby sitting on my sciatic nerve or sore joints or weird pains. I mean, the belly gets in the way, sure. It’s super huge and I’ve resorted to lugging myself around, having to lean back, lift both my legs up in the air and then project myself forward to get off the couch but…generally speaking, I’m mostly mobile.
Sleep is a thing of the past. I’ve kind of accepted walking around like a zombie, especially if I don’t get a nap in during the day. It doesn’t help when I have mornings like today when I was awake from 1 to 3 for no apparent reason other than I was wide awake and uncomfortable.
I also forget everything.
I mean e-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g.
Perfect example: when Tim was making breakfast yesterday morning (he makes us breakfast on the weekends, usually on Sunday), we found out that we had run out of baking powder. I do a majority of the grocery shopping and 100% of the “list” for what groceries we need to buy, yet I had no memory of running out of baking powder.
He took the can out of the pantry all, “Why was this even IN HERE?”
I have no idea?
As I was helping clean up I absent-mindedly put the completely empty can of baking powder back into the pantry.
Pregnancy brain is real, y’all.
The thing I’m struggling the most with is exercise. I’ve been really tired and wanting to nap instead of workout…even though I usually feel better if I manage about an hour of some kind of activity. I managed to pull out a workout on Thursday last week and then Tim and I went for a 4.3 mile walk on Saturday and a 3 mile walk on Sunday. It was a far cry from my goal of five days a week but it was better than nothing, I suppose.
Tim was also keen to point out that out 7.3 miles we managed in two days we used to eat up in a single run.
Three miles with this belly is a workout at this point, thanks to the pressure I feel in my pelvis with every step, not to mention that I have to pee the entire time, even if I went right before we left.
Oh, and a sore vajayjay afterwards. Lest we forget that fun side effect.
I’m really looking forward to being able to roll over in bed without having to wake up in order to remember to keep my knees pinned together. If I forget, I shoot up in excruciating pain. The pelvis…the vajayjay…ouchie. Me no likey.
I have random Braxton Hicks contractions every day. Sometimes I have a hard time differentiating between them and the sprout moving around. He’s so big now that when he moves his entire body my stomach gets hard, just like with the contraction. None of them (the contractions or the movements) have been painful except the other night when the sprout decided to park an appendage or his butt or something in my ribs on the right side. I couldn’t move or bend or get him to move so I sat there, pressing on whatever body part he was using as a jackknife, and begged him to move all, “Puhlease! This hurts!”
He didn’t listen.
Tim tried putting his hands on him to get him to move after I moaned and complained for half an hour. Usually, the sprout will move for him…and he did for a minute…but then he was right back to trying to break out from the inside. My ribs felt sore and bruised the next day.
Dislike, baby sprout.
Also? I’ve been on a smoothie kick for about a week. I crave them like nobody’s business. I guess I’m missing something…or need more of something…or maybe I just really like smoothies in the middle of January. I have no idea.
Anyhow, the bump!
(My boobs have run into my bump…or vice versa…either way, it’s not pretty)
Apparently, it *looks like* I’ve, well, technically the sprout, dropped, hence the disparity in how the bump looked at 33 weeks and at 35 weeks.
This is a good thing, right??