I forgot how all-consuming this being pregnant thing is.
My back aches. My belly aches. I'm normally a stomach sleeper, and I've had to add three pillows -- including a body pillow -- to the bed just to get even close to comfortable. Once I'm comfortable, I have to get up and go pee again.
Except I'm not supposed to be on my feet too much or too often because I've had trouble with too many contractions, so I have to keep doing math in my head (which is the equivalent of rocket science to me) to see when the last time is I got up and whether I may try again.
And being professional at work? Forget it. I was in a meeting the other day with the editor, the managing editor and the metro editor, and, just for fun, my little Hercules decided to punch me in the bladder. Go ahead: Try not to yell when that happens. And try not to run out of the room and head straight for the bathroom.
I want coffee, but I still can't stand the smell. I'm hungry all the time -- and by all the time I mean ALL THE TIME. I can't pick up Sam and I can't snuggle her the way I used to.
And people are starting to say, "When are you due? Not til DECEMBER? Good God, I can't wait to see how big you'll be then!" Which, I must say, is not nice to say to someone whose hormones are more than a little volatile these days.
I know that, at the end of this, I will get a warm, cuddly, soft, sweet baby. I can hardly wait to hold him, to smooch him on the mouth, to sniff his neck, to rock him to sleep, to stare at his little face and feel that tug on my heart.
In the meantime, though, I've got 14 to 17 more weeks to grow.
And, by the way, Sam's latest suggestion for what to name the baby? Owowo.
Don't ask. I haven't a clue.
What do you remember most about being pregnant? How did you handle times when you got impatient to see your baby?
On snuggling or your inability to do so . . . Sydney keeps trying to sit ON my stomach, which at 39 weeks is quite large, to get closer to me. I have to keep moving her into the crook of my arm beside me to get her off the baby.
Those next 14 weeks or so will go by fast then slow drastically once you are close, say 39 weeks. Trust me. This child is not head down but he needs to be head OUT!
I am just trying to enjoy all the alone time I can with Syd before her life gets turned upside down - poor unsuspecting little girl.
I think you look fabulous. Hang in there.