I’ve finally hit the point in pregnancy where I’m officially done. I suppose that at just shy of 36 weeks, this is better than last time where I was done at about 27 weeks. Overall, I really can’t complain, as this pregnancy has been much more comfortable and easier than it was with the Mini. That’s all pretty much done now. Everything hurts. I’ve stopped sleeping (you can keep the “that’s just nature’s way…” comments to yourself, else face losing teeth), and I feel like someone shoved a pork tenderloin between my back ribs. Oh and then there’s the rest of the stuff that comes with pregnancy. Doing everything is an exhausting challenge.
It’s been a week since I ripped my back muscles to shreds. I was pretty much on forced bed rest for a week. Bed rest is fun when you’re not really limited and can really come and go as you please. Maybe catching up on old reruns of Little House on the Prairie. But when you’re in excruciating pain and can’t really do anything, it sucks major balls. It’s been the true cue for me to realize that I just have to slow down and realize that everything is not going to get done. A true precursor to how life will be like with two kids, and learning to let go of the idea of a perfectly clean house, and organization, and being able to get anything done ever again.
I’m trying hard to not lose patience and not feel sorry for myself. There are tons of people that would love to be where I am.