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April 18, 2006

32 Weeks or Now I Know What Everyone Was Bitching About

1. I'm not sleeping. I wake up a minimum of 3 times per night to pee, eat, or just stumble around. And I'm exhausted, but I can't get comfortable in bed or fall asleep before 11:30. Rolling over in bed now requires an elaborate system of ropes and pulleys, and it's a real chore to navigate around the six pillows I need to keep my fat self sleeping on my side.

2. My hips/back/legs are killing me. Luckily, not all at the same time.

3. When I walk for any distance, it starts to feel like the baby is going to fall out onto the floor. Shooting pains in my lowers accompany this feeling, which makes it rather hard to walk.

4. My fingers are still swollen like sausages. They get so bad at night that I can barely bend them. There's way too much fluid sloshing around inside me these days.

5. My c-section incision has started to hurt when I breathe deeply or walk too much, or when I sit the wrong way. It's so not cool.

Add to this the contractions, the hunger, the mood swings and the stretch marks, and I'm one cheery kid. But things are going okay in spite of all this. It's fun to watch a foot or an elbow poke out of my belly at random intervals. It's great to eat ice cream with reckless abandon. It's lovely to just sit and imagine what the little guy might look like or how Evan is going to react to him. Mike is actually getting excited about the baby, and he's been very helpful around the house and tolerant of my craziness. So for all the bad spots, I'd say things are fairly good.

Now we're just playing the waiting game. 8 weeks is forever, and 8 weeks is no time at all.

Posted by jenny at April 18, 2006 7:22 PM

Today I'm 32 weeks pregnant. Because I got an early release last go 'round, I never got to experience some of the delightful things that are coming to visit me now. I'm not upset, as all the aches and pains in the world are worth avoiding the NICU, but I'm amazed at just how uncomfortable I can be just about all of the time. Keep in mind I'm not complaining, but I thought I'd share a few of these things here so that I can remember how much fun this was when my boys are older. 1. I'm not sleeping. I wake up a minimum of 3 times per night to pee, eat, or just stumble around. And I'm exhausted, but I can't get comfortable in bed or fall asleep before 11:30. Rolling over in bed now requires an elaborate system of ropes and pulleys, and it's a real chore to navigate around the six pillows I need to keep my fat self sleeping on my side. 2. My hips/back/legs are killing me. Luckily, not all at the same time. 3. When I walk for any distance, it starts to feel like the baby is going to fall out onto the floor. Shooting pains in my lowers accompany this feeling, which makes it rather hard to walk. 4. My fingers are still swollen like sausages. They get so bad at night that I can barely bend them. There's way too much fluid sloshing around inside me these days. 5. My c-section incision has started to hurt when I breathe deeply or walk too much, or when I sit the wrong way. It's so not cool. Add to this the contractions, the hunger, the mood swings and the stretch marks, and I'm one cheery kid. But things are going okay in spite of all this. It's fun to watch a foot or an elbow poke out of my belly at random intervals. It's great to eat ice cream with reckless abandon. It's lovely to just sit and imagine what the little guy might look like or how Evan is going to react to him. Mike is actually getting excited about the baby, and he's been very helpful around the house and tolerant of my craziness. So for all the bad spots, I'd say things are fairly good. Now we're just playing the waiting game. 8 weeks is forever, and 8 weeks is no time at all.

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