I try to not complain on my blog. I want my blog to be a positive place that people can come and read about Ting; read about the highlights and good times in our lives. But, sometimes a girl just has to get it out!
It's 2:30am on Friday morning. I am 29 weeks and 6 days pregnant. I feel certain that there is a fully grown man child growing inside of me. And, I'm miserable :)
For those of you who still have images of wonderful, pregnancy bliss: this is probably were you want to quit reading!
Thursday was a long day. I have a desk job. One that requires me to pretty much sit in a chair and work on a computer. My belly has gotten so big that sitting in an office chair is just not comfortable anymore. I'm perfecting the art of leaning back in my chair and pulling the keyboard almost on my belly. But really, how professional does that look when someone walks by?
One can only sit for so long, so I make attempts to get up and walk around the work place. But, this boy inside of me doesn't really like that and he uses that time to press on both my lungs and my bladder at the same time. Makes walking around a little impossible sometimes.
On normal nights, I get home and have supper to cook, dishes to wash and a Ting to bathe. Each task just a little more exhausting that the first. Thursday was a little different. We had a Relay For Life fundraiser at work. I was up on my feet during the event and by the time I got home I was wiped out. My wonderful hubby already had a pizza on the way so I was able to just sit down. Only, I was having what I'm certain were Braxton Hicks contractions and horrible back pain.
(This is where I should explain that Ting was positioned every kind of wrong and I never had contractions with her. So this part is all new to me)
Then bedtime rolls around. I haven't slept in my own bed in two weeks. It just isn't comfortable anymore. I toss and turn trying to get comfortable until every muscle in my body hurts and I've completely ruined any chances of my hubby getting sleep. At first I moved to the recliner, but started getting leg cramps. Then I moved to the couch, but my back started hurting. I've recently moved to an air mattress; one that apparently has a leak somewhere because I wake up with about half the air in it as I started with.
Honestly, I just want to get these next 9 weeks (I'm scheduled for a c-section) over with. I want to hold my baby boy in my arms. I want to reach over in the middle of the night and know that my husband is by my side. Mostly, I just want to go to sleep and sleep all night and wake up feeling like I accomplished something during the night.
And that, my friends, is why I'm blogging at 2:30 in the morning! Now, back to happy pregnancy bliss on the blog :)