First of all, I'd like to start this whiney, moody post by wishing everyone a happy Friday the 13th!
I needed to vent for just a few. Hubby rolls his eyes, my Mom just laughs and my sister is about the only one who I can truly complain to, and she's on a plane to go scuba diving for 4 days in the Carribean. You ladies are the only ones who will a) understand and b) probably have some of the same feelings!
Up until now, this whole pregnancy has been amazing. Absolutely amazing. I enjoyed none of the first trimester issues, and second trimester saw all the perks it was supposed to with only minor sciatic nerve issues that were easy to work around.
Well, the very first day of my third trimester hit me like a ton of bricks. It seems so far the ONLY symptom I don't have (YET) is the swelling. I've gone from cute-pregnant to whale-pregnant overnight. My sciatic is so fierce the only remedy I can come up with is to get up and walk around for an hour to spread the numbness and tingling around. My hips ache after laying on them for any longer than 10 minutes. Between the sciatic and the hips, sleep is down to catnaps at the most. I eat about 3 bites and can't eat any more, because he's, at the same time, mashing my lungs, stomach, bladder and practicing his righ hooks with a few kidney shots. I mean seriously .. this is only ONE KID and he's terrorizing my entire body from his comfy little home. All I can say is Bless You to those carrying more than one. I'm tired, cranky and crazy-moody.
Simultaneously, I have the thought of "OMFG, you mean to tell me I have 3 more months of this misery?!" and the thought of "OMFG, THE BABY WILL BE HERE ANY DAY."
I really am so happy and blessed, and know I will look back on this pregnancy with fond memories and wonderful thoughts, but right now, all I need is a serious pain killer/muscle relaxer, a glass (or bottle) of wine, a pint of ben and jerry's and a nap.