Week 30 brings with it increasing cautious-optimism . . . and exhaustion. Some of you suggested I make the most out of the second trimester because the third is exhausting. You were right. I dont know if its normal third trimester stuff or the anemia but I feel constantly tired. Logically, if one is tired they sleep but sleep isn't easy. Last night I woke up three times because of acid reflux. Twice because sleeping on my sides puts pressure on my hips and then twice more to use the restroom. I'm not working right now so I have the luxury of feeling guilty as I find myself still in bed with the clock reading 11:00am. I don't know how ya'll do it with full-time jobs feeling this way. Sometimes I think just nine more weeks until bebe arrives and then these sleep issues will be gone. Ha. My mom said that once you have a child you never sleep like you did before ever again- ever. I guess this is a trial run of the foggy state of mind I'll be in very soon. I'm trying not to feel too guilty about not accomplishing as much as I set out to each day. As a Type-A person this is tough. But Im reminding myself that soon things will change and I will feel quite productive. (67 days give or take, but whose counting?)
Other things that have changed in the third trimester:
- I can no longer put my socks on while standing lest I resemble a tipped cow.
- To weigh myself on my digital scale I have to hop off since looking straight down, even side to side to catch the number is difficult. (I think this is my body trying to protect my feelings- kinda like 'oh honey you don't need to see that now do you?')
- While my feet haven't gone up in size yet, my hands are inexplicably expanding like Pillsbury dough and its starting to look like I stole my wedding ring from a much skinnier person and jammed it onto my finger.
- Baby Story on TLC used to be heartwarming (before I knew I had IF) then heartbreaking (once I had IF) and now it just scares me like any good old fashioned horror flick. As much as I think about life after baby, bottle versus breast, crib or bassinet, I really have seemed to push the labor part of this reality out of my head entirely. (sticks fingers back in ears: lalalalalala)