.....or not so much. I want to write about all of the not so glamorous things that have come about lately...
First let me start by saying that as of about a week ago, doing anything below the belly has become very difficult to pretty darn impossible. Here are some things that I have a hard time with:
Shaving. My legs. My lady parts. Forget it. I get out of breath, off balance, can't see and so I've decided that I'm just going to leave all of this alone from now on or at least until right before my due date. Then I'll figure something out. Besides, Mitch isn't home so I don't have anyone to impress anyway these days! So for now, I look something like a wildebeest. A super sexy wildebeest....yeah...
Putting on socks and shoes. It has become laughable to try and put socks on. People say that it's great being the most pregnant during the cold season but I say to them: Yes, it's great unless you don't have anyone to help you put your socks and shoes on!! Oh how I miss flip flop weather just for the sake of being able to wear flip flops. I have to contort myself into some crazy yoga-ish positions to get my socks on and again, by the time I am done, I am out of breath. Fun! :)
Clipping my toenails. Oh now here's a good one!! I attempted this a few nights ago and between not being able to see and being so completely uncomfortable due to the position that I had to get myself into in order to reach my toenails, I almost cut a toe off! If my mom (the nail tech) could see what an awful job I did, she would be ashamed I'm sure. We've talked about a pedicure but one, her schedule is jam packed right now and two, I am wearing socks and shoes every day so we're just going to wait until closer to due date to do a pedi. Which leads me to my next two things...
Taking off toenail polish & putting lotion on feet. Taking off my polish is almost as painful as clipping my nails (minus the hazard of cutting off a toe of course). Oh the things we take for granted when there isn't a ginormous baby bump in the way! And putting lotion on??? HA HA HA! My feet have been kind of dry lately with the weather change so I've been trying to make sure that I put lotion on every night before bed. This process takes probably close to 5 minutes. Just imagine pregnant me on the side of the bed contorted in all of these crazy yoga-ish positions again. Yeah, it's not pretty, certainly not GLAMOROUS and let me tell you, my feet are looking SEXXXXXXY these days!
Some other things that have come about or gotten worse:
Braxton Hicks (BH) are not my friend!! I've been having BH contractions for a couple of weeks now and while they are not painful, they certainly are not comfortable. Don't know what they feel like and wanna try it out? Ok, contract your abs as much as you possibly can and while you are holding them in, have someone punch you in the stomach. Yep, it feels something like that. Like my abs cramp up and no matter how hard I try to relax, I can't. It's super annoying especially when I can feel them wrap around into my back. FUN!!!
Pregnancy gas....really ladies, need I say more?? This is one thing that I'm glad Mitch isn't here for. When I'm home alone I'm not so ashamed of my gas. It is pretty bad too. I'll wake up in the middle of the night sometimes just to...um...release some pressure? And pretty much every.single.time I sit to pee...I fart. Can't even say that I have lady-like "toots" or "poofs" anymore. I pretty much sound like a man. It's so far from glamorous!
Drooling...seriously. I wonder if I made a "Kammi drools a lot" doll how good it would sell. I mean, why not, right? They have all of these dolls that pee and poo out right now that are crazy popular. Why not a drooling doll?? Ok seriously though, I wake up several times a night in a puddle of drool. Then, I have to slide my head around the pillow to try to find a dry spot to go back to sleep on so that I don't drown! And unfortunately, space is limited on my pillow. Because of my neck issues I have to sleep on one of those orthopedic contour pillows so there is no flipping the pillow over to the dry side. I wake up, slide my head across the pillow like eating a corn cob and pray for a dry spot. Then I pray that I can stay in that spot long enough for the rest of the pillow to dry so I can have a dry spot to move to for the NEXT time I wake up in my drool. Sexy, right?? I think I need to have a standby pillow case.
Round ligament pain. Thanks to these lovely ligaments, I wake up every morning feeling like an 80 year old woman. I creak and ache all over for at least the first 30 minutes I'm awake. I have to lay in bed and stretch (but not too hard b/c I wouldn't want to pull anything!) for several minutes while the dogs cry at me to come and let them outside. Then, I have to slowly...very slowly...get out of bed, stretch my neck out, stretch my legs out (but not too hard b/c I wouldn't want a charlie horse) and then rise. Oh and during all of this...the gas monster usually shows up at least once. Oh yeah, I am so dead sexy!!!
Mucus. Sometimes I feel like I have that family of partying mucus from the Mucinex commercial living in my nose these days. Except, most of the time, my snot monsters are red. Yep. I get up in the morning and between 7:30 and 12:00 I usually blow my nose 5 times and most of the time I get blood. Yummy, I know, but this isn't the best part. The best part is that, no matter how many times I blow my nose and think that everything is free and clear, I can be sitting here just breathing and I blow snot bubbles. Oh, c'mon, isn't this just the sexiest, most glamorous thing ever?! Disgusting. So I try to blow again to no avail. Just have to wipe, pray no one has seen what just happened and move on.
Oh yes, pregnancy may be beautiful and all of that but it is certainly not all glamor and glitz!
Stuck in a rutSo on a more serious note...I have been stuck in a major rut lately. I've had a lot on my mind and it's time to vent it all out.
First and foremost, I miss my husband. I miss him so bad. He's been gone for almost 4 weeks now and it still has not gotten any easier. I know that with Christmas being this weekend that it doesn't help with me missing him, only makes it more difficult. All of the little things just make me break down. I see couples out and about hugging and kissing and loving on each other and I want to cry. I sit here in an empty house and think about every single little thing that I wish that he was here for. And while I know that I have an amazing support system of family and friends, I still feel so alone without him here with me. He is not just my husband, he is my best friend and my missing link. Without him, I am not fully me. I hate even putting this out there because I know that everyone is just going to tell me that everything is just going to magically get better once Sophi is here but I just don't believe that. I don't believe for a single second that the birth of our child is going to make me miss my husband any less. Sure, I will be plenty busy and tons of happy when she is here but I will still not be complete until he is back home in my arms and we are a family. I've been crying now for about the last 12 hours. I hate feeling so weak. This is not who I am at all but without him, this is who I have become. I just feel like screaming sometimes just to scream. I don't think that it would make me feel any better though really...just an urge. There's a Dave Matthews song, Grey Street, that keeps coming to mind. One of the lines in the song says "she feels like kicking out all the windows". That's pretty much exactly how I feel. Miliani knows that I'm down too. She keeps coming over to my chair and standing her front paws on me to try and comfort me. She and I have grown closer since he's been gone. I'm certain it's because we both miss him so much. I hope things start to get a little easier soon.
Christmas just doesn't feel like Christmas this year at all. Usually this time of year we have our big tree up, presents all around and stockings hung. Me and Sandra have usually made at least one batch of cookies and I'm usually busy planning the big Christmas dinner for the family. This year I don't have any of that. No Mitch, no Sandra, no presents under the tree because I had to ship them all off weeks ago, no planning Christmas dinner. I just feel so lost. I miss hearing Sandra's little giggles as we listen to Christmas music and eat cookie dough while we get ready to bake. I miss the stockings all hung on the wall, I miss planning our Christmas dinner. I put a mini tree up, sure but it's not even Christmas yet and I'm contemplating taking it down. I hate feeling like this because I usually love this time of year but it just feels like the whole season is lost this year.
I'm worried about Sophi. The last ultrasound that we had @ 31 weeks, 3 days she was measuring small (in the 29th percentile). I had gained 21 pounds and Dr. Barnes didn't seemed concerned at all. When I went for my check up last week, I was down a pound. 20 pounds total @ 33 weeks, 3 days. The doc says he's not worried but has ordered us another growth ultrasound for the 3rd. I don't know how or why I'm not gaining. Maybe it has to do with the way I've been feeling lately? I don't know. I'm just praying for a good ultrasound in a couple of weeks to help ease my mind. The good news is, she is quite the mover these days and is getting very strong! Sometimes she kicks me (or elbows me) and I almost feel winded. Sunday morning when I was driving to church I could feel her little toes tickling the bottom of my ribs. That was actually pretty cool. So, even though I do worry about her growth and my weight gain, those little kicks and punches have been quite reassuring.
Sorry this blog entry has been a bit of a downer. I don't want anyone to think that I am not enjoying pregnancy or that I regret any of this because I do enjoy every little thing. I'm even learning to embrace the not-so-fun stuff. Just need to get it off of my chest sometimes. So if you've actually made it this far, thank you for listening. :)