30 weeks this coming Friday. I'm uncomfortable now. I'm ready to be done now. I'm tired of never being able to even sit up on my own or if I use my leg muscles to shift or sit up my pelvis hurts. I can't breathe unless I'm propped and the baby movements are nice but it is losing its charm when I go for a walk and I feel like his legs are going to pop out of me. Or when I try to lay on either side and he moves and I have trouble falling asleep because I am distracted or think about how maybe I am squishing him.
These are all small and insignificant problems that I promise not to complain about, or to try not to, but for some reason today I am just feeling tired by it.
There is a lot to be thankful for though, and there have been things around me this year that remind me of that. If my biggest concerns today were that I was too bored, had to decide which glider to buy, was uncomfortable, and that I had a stomachache probably from eating too much food, then there really isn't much to say.

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