Ok - so maybe it's not REALLY me, but it's how I feel right now. Huge and uncomfortable. I honestly thought something might happen with this pregnancy yesterday because I started showing some signs of pre-labor. For the sake of TMI and to protect those men that read blogs (including my husband), I won't go into details, but let's just say that dilation is defintely taking place. I also feel like my lower back is going to split in half. Baby X has settled herself in there quite snugly. It's like trying to walk with a 16 lb bowling ball stuck in my pelvis. <--- Once again, bowling reference so that my husband understands what I'm talking about.
I've tried to be chipper about this entire pregnancy. Now - I just want it OVER. I'm happy and excited to be pregnant and goodness knows that I am so grateful for it considering I never thought it would happen again, but for the love of everything nice in this world, I just want the back pain to stop. I laid on my couch last night in tears because the back pain was so bad. I don't remember it being that horrible with Maggie. And she was a 9 lb baby. Then - the evilness starts. Scott even so much as looks at me or breathes too much and I'm yelling. Yes - I've turned into full-blown evil pregnant woman that waddles and wants things over. Oh, and if there is something in the house that needs washed, I'm on it. I believe I would wash the windows outside if it weren't 30 degrees outside.
Here I sit and wait. Wait...Wait...Wait...
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I so feel ya. Those last few weeks are HELL and you swear there is no way you can possibly be pregnant one more hour, let alone day.
I'll refrain from saying "it'll all be over soon" or "it'll all be worth it when you hold the baby in your arms" because if I say that first one, you'll attack me and pull out my eyebrows because 10 minutes from now isn't soon enough, and you already know that second part, but it's little comfort at the moment.
You have my sympathies, and if it wouldn't make me a psycho stalker, I'd deliver a big honkin box of chocolates. :)
Incidentally, last night I dreamt I was this thin and gorgeous thing. I woke up and said to my dh "I dreamed I wasn't a big fat cow."
He said "wasn't that kind of boring? That's like saying 'last night I dreamed I wasn't a parakeet'"
Maybe it was just me, but at 6am... I laughed for 10 minutes.
awww ginger. i feel so bad for ya. like angie- there's nothing i can say to make you feel better without you wanting to stab something sharp and pointy in my eyeballs. so i'll just say, i feel bad for you and leave it at that.
hey ging-i feel ya baby. i really do. tell everyone to stay the hell out of your way, and if they can't follow those simple and clear cut instructions, well, then, they should know what's coming.
....i wanted to wear a huge over sized post it note on my belly answering the obvious dumb ass questions people would ask. For example- "no, i haven't had this baby yet", "yes, i have to go to the bathroom all the time!" and "no i am not getting any sleep, yes, my ankles are swollen, and here is my freakin due date for the hundredth time!!!!!!
hang in there gingy,
love ya-
t.
The last few weeks are horrible....totally remember that part of pregnancy. Hang in there!
Oh, Ginger, you're gonna make it!! I promise!!! I am sooo laughing out loud at that cow photo, though!! I remember feeling the exact same way not very long ago. But you're almost, almost, almost there!! Hang in there! Take a bath and relax!
I just feel bad for you DH. He is the one that probably suffers the most. Try to relax and cut him some slack. Remember, pain is all mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
I hope anonymous is somebody you know, or he is going to get his head chewed off.
That being cranked apart by a jack feeling is just something else isn't it?
not much longer.....not much longer until you are dreaming that you are a bessie(milk)cow.
Meg
You're SO close. The end is SO hard, but you're gonna make it and you'll have a beautiful little one very soon! ((hugs))
hang in there, girl! thinking of you.
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