I knew this would be challenging. I told myself I could handle it. I convinced myself everything would work
out. Everything would be fine. But at 34 weeks and some change, I’m not sure
how much longer my body can do this.
Be positive. Be positive. Be positive.
Repeating this used to help. But
I’m so tired. Everything seems so
difficult now. Sleeping is almost
impossible, and not just because I’m feeling huge, but also because I’m a
little paranoid. The doctors say not to
sleep on my back, not to sleep on my stomach (like that would even be possible
right now!), and not to sleep on one side for too long – or I might block the
blood supply to one or both of the babies.
I wake up constantly, subconsciously knowing I need to “flip over”. If you’ve read my prior blogs, you know I’m a
rule follower. And when it comes to my
precious passengers, I will not risk their safety. For now, it’s miserable, but I know it’s
worth it. This is all temporary. I can catch up on my sleep after my extreme
babysitting is over, which I think is going to be soon. Sleep is not the only problem. With about 40 extra pounds surrounding my
bladder, I have an almost constant urge to pee, day and night. At night, I try to align my potty breaks with
my “flip” times, but the synchronization is never perfect. So I’ve even started to wear a pad. Yes, a menstrual pad. Sometimes I just can’t make it before, yep, a
little leakage (Insert sad face here!). Believe
me, it’s better than changing my undies every time. Even that is a challenge now too.
Several weeks ago Holly and Darren arranged for a maid
service come every other week. At first
I didn’t feel it was necessary, but it sure has been nice, especially lately. But I think she has it pretty easy. Her biggest challenge is wrangling a few dust
bunnies which have accumulated in areas we don’t use very often. But I appreciate it. Pregnant or not, dusting is a sucky job! I’ve never had a maid service before, so I’m
not really accustomed to this lifestyle change, and I don’t know the “protocol”. It might sound crazy, but I’m not going to
have her come to clean a dirty house, right?
Anyway, I always tidy up a little
before she comes. If she scrubs the
toilets, vacuums and dusts, I’m happy
camper. I just try to stay out of the
way. Plus, my husband says I’m not
crazy, and I choose to believe him.
I still have my 2x a week doctor visits, which now include
blood draws. They monitor for preeclampsia
when you approach the end of the pregnancy. Preeclampsia is a combination of two things: Gestational-induced high blood pressure
(hypertension) and a protein in the urine (proteinuria). If they don’t catch it and treat it properly,
then it can be harmful for the woman and the baby. So far I don’t have the protein in my urine,
because they check that at every visit.
Now don’t get me wrong, I really do love all of the people in the
office, but I had to shake my head in frustration during my latest visit. I commented how difficult it’s been peeing in
the cup lately. Without missing a beat,
the front desk girl said “Oh, we have a top hat you can use”. When I gave her my “what the hell is that?”
expression, she explained “It’s a plastic pan that goes in the toilet to catch
your pee. Then you just transfer it to
the cup”. Inside, I’m fuming a little,
and thinking “ARE YOU KIDDING ME!” I
have been peeing on my hand for a month now. Sigh.
I’m sure I’ll laugh about this later.
Be positive…
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