Friday, June 26, 2009
I don't think I hit this point in prior pregnancies until closer to my actual due date, which is still 24 days away.
Yes, me, right now, 36 weeks and 4 days into what is probably going to be a 40+ week pregnancy, I'm SO done.
Everything is a major production. Getting out of bed? If I'm lucky. Actually getting walking once I do succeed to pull and grunt my way out of my bed or off the couch or out of a chair? HA!
You know you are REALLY pregnant when you get congratulated, like I did, just for getting UP out of a squishy comfortable chair at your doctor's appointment. Yes, really, as in, "Wow, you did really good getting up! I was really thinking we would have to call in a fork lift or something!"
Ok, so she didn't really say the last part. It didn't help that immediately after that I had to get on the scale though.
I feel like I'm 100 years old. About 18 times a night when I get up to pee, or get more tums, I have to hold and press on one of my hips that has been busy separating from the other side of my pelvis due to all of these awesome hormones and various chemical things going on that make all of your joints loose and ready for the big event. Then I wobble and groan my way into the kitchen or bathroom to do my business. After, I have to crawl back into bed and attempt to find a comfortable position that hopefully doesn't involve actually rolling over. Rolling over in a laying position = no fun.
I'm glad that God orchestrated this all so perfectly, of course. I'd be in a world of MORE hurt without those hormones driving me crazy, but oh.my.gosh. This is going to be a long 24 days (give or take 7ish). I think that is part of the perfect plan. Make the mother-to-be so miserable that she actually encourages and looks forward to the labor and delivery portion of the pregnancy! I don't know how many times the last week or so I've told Jeremiah that I just want to go to sleep and wake up in labor, 3 or so weeks from now. Maybe then I'd be rested. I doubt it. I haven't slept in more than 3 - 4 hour chunks for the last 5.5 years! Who am I kidding!
Now if you really don't scare easily...
I'm warning you...don't look if you have a weak stomach...
Really, also don't look if you are thinking of getting pregnant anytime in the near future, because this MIGHT be what's in store for you if you have the perfect storm of genetics and a never-ending appetite...
Ok, don't say you weren't warned!
Just when I thought it wasn't possible to get more stretch marks...
I present, the stretch marks OF my stretch marks.
This is to accompany my newly acquired gray hair I think. I do not see myself aging gracefully!
Ok, enough complaining! I'm blessed to be ALMOST ready to deliver my 4th child in just over 5 years. I have an awesome husband who has really dialed in this whole 'having a cranky, fat, pregnant wife' thing and knows JUST what to say and how to act to make my life a whole lot easier. I have three awesome boys that love me and keep me insanely busy. I need to be insanely busy. Idle hands are not good for me.
Someday before I have this baby I might actually get a shower and put makeup on AND get dressed in halfway presentable clothes all in the same day and have someone take an actual photo of all of me and not just the big, round, randomly bulging part. Maybe.