Or, this post could be alternatively titled, "In which I complain heavily about being pregnant".
Yes, I know I wanted this pregnancy. Yes, I know that we tried for almost a year to conceive. Yes, I am excited about being a mom to three kids and am looking forward to the birth of our baby.
But in the meantime? This just sucks. I totally don't remember being this uncomfortable with my other two. I must have a wonderful selective memory :)
Let's start with the morning sickness. You know, the stuff that lasted 18 weeks? Granted, I am glad it didn't last 9 months, I know it could have been worse. I could have been one of those moms that had to be hospitalized with a zofran pump inserted. I know it could always be worse. But that doesn't discount the misery I felt anyway, you know?
I am now over halfway through my pregnancy. Can someone please tell me when this baby is going to get off my bladder? The frequent trips to the bathroom are killing me. I've actually thought that maybe I've had a UTI or something, anything, that would account for all this. But nope.... its always just pregnancy.
Typically when I'm not pregnant, I sleep 10-6 AM without waking up for anything. Now I'm lucky if I get two hours before I wake up and my bladder is screaming at me. Exhausted, I haul myself out of bed and waddle/drag myself to the bathroom. The amount I pee is no where near in relation to the pressure I feel, so I know I'll just be doing this again in two more hours.
Then I drag myself back to bed. Brian has stolen the covers and spread out so his elbow is on my pillow while I've been gone. I am not nice about getting him to move out of my spot. Then I try to get comfortable. And toss and turn and try again. Then look at the clock. Then toss and turn again. Then kick the covers off. Then realize I'm cold. And thirsty. But drinking more water would require me to get up again and then pee even more. I concentrate on thinking of anything that will allow me to go back to sleep. Just as I'm drifting off, I hear Brian get up to go to the bathroom. (He's not pregnant, just a small bladder) Now I'm really awake. I look at the clock again and its been over an hour since I've tried to go back to sleep. Might as well get up and pee again and get something to drink.
Now, if this was an isolated incident, I might be able to deal. But this is about 5 nights out of 7 that this scenario happens. Its now 1:54 AM and I've been awake since 12:45. I've caught up on all my blog reading. I've read the current statuses of all 984 friends I have on Facebook. I've talked myself out of getting a snack from the fridge. I've flipped through all the stations on the TV. I'm about to re-read another Nicholas Sparks novel because I've read everything downloaded on my NOOK.
And in 4 hours, when I'm finally able to drift off, my husband's alarm will be going off. I will have to pack lunches and backpacks and cook breakfast and supervise teeth brushing and drag sleepy kids out the door by 6:55 AM. I'll spend the next hour in car pool lines trying to get the kids to both their schools by the 7:40 tardy bell. Then I'll pick up that darling 10 month old I keep during the day, who does not ever nap well at my house, and try to make it through the day coherently without the aid of too much caffeine.
Sigh. And to think, in just 20 more weeks, I'll be doing all this with a newborn.