Instead of counting up I’m counting down. 5 weeks until my due date. The last few days I have felt very pregnant. Achy in my back and joints, tight in my belly, moody, tired, everything you expect. I think kickpuncher is going through another growth spurt. I’m to the point where I’d be happy if he came. Yes, it’s early. But I’m ready for him and done being pregnant. I’m feeling very wistful for the olden days.
I miss:
- feeling chilly
- my flat stomach
- sleeping on my stomach
- sleeping through the night
- waking up feeling refreshed
- eating bacon
- eating hot dogs
- eating cold deli sandwiches
- eating undercooked eggs
- eating a meal without causing shortness of breath
- drinking caffeine guilt-free
- standing up without groaning
- bending down without groaning
- tying my shoes from a standing position
- clothes that fit
- changing the cat litter (HA! That one’s for you Ben)
Sadly I realize that most of these will not be resolved immediately upon delivery, or even the next couple years. Here’s hoping I have a marvelous, fun, exciting, joyful summer.
Amen sister!