Today I am 36 weeks pregnant. I sigh as I type that.
I'm guessing that because this is my 4th pregnancy (third in the last 4 years), I'm just over it. I love the outcome (obviously), but the actual journey to bringing my beautiful child into the world is just exhausting. Call me crazy, but I don't really enjoy my excruciating back pains, shortness of breath, braxton hicks, pelvic pains, or swollen ankles.
I'm at the point where I watch people do every day things, and I get jealous. Like 'look how Nate just bent down and tied his shoes without it taking his breath away, and/or manuvering in a way so that he can reach around his beach ball belly'. 'Look how Will just picked up that napkin that fell without making all kinds of weird noises'. 'Look how Jake quickly bent down to grab that toy'. 'Look at little Sophia, she just climbed the stairs with a smile on her face'. These are serious thoughts people! I miss getting off the couch without losing my breath. I miss doing the dishes (keep reading, don't get crazy) without my belly ending up soaking wet because I'm pushing it into the counter so that I can even reach the dishes in the sink. I miss not having my full lung capacity. I miss cuddling with my kids. I miss eating a meal without heartburn. Ha, I miss drinking WATER without getting heartburn (thank you Costco for your giant sized tub of Tums).
I feel a tad guilty voicing my complaints. It is what it is though. I'm a mom of 3, life is exhausting enough, and it gets even more so when my body can't keep up with my life. I love that little Andrew is growing and his body continues to get what it needs before his big debut. And it is amazing to feel his movements, and his kicks and jabs (that currently hurt like hell since he's about 6 pounds and 18.5 inches long). I think pregnancy in all is a beautiful thing. But sometimes, a girl's gotta complain :)
I really don't think that I'll miss being pregnant (what gave that away?), with that being said, my doctor informed me last week that I can get induced on May 29 (3 weeks from tomorrow) if I happen to still be pregnant (please dear God, let the baby come before then).
Here's how Soph has had to adapt in order to cuddle with her mommy:
Since I've been sitting here writing this, my back is throbbing from sitting upright for so long, and I'm breathing like a fat man who's walked 10 miles in the desert heat.
xoxo,
Sher
