Not only has unemployment taken some time to get used to, but so has creating a human being. My back hurts all day, I'm not as limber as I used to be, and my body is constantly changing.
We bought a very tall bed earlier in the year, and I had to put a stool beside it so I can literally climb into bed each night. My nightstand consists of Tums (for my now constant acid reflux), Kleenex (for my always runny nose), Prenatal Vitamins, and a brand new lamp for when nature calls three times a night. I'm not supposed to sleep on my back anymore, so I've become a side sleeper which is also difficult, not that any of that matters because I seem to be up all night anyway.
I can't bend over anymore to pick things up off the ground, if I get in my car and leave the car door open too far, I have to get back out to reach it because leaning out isn't possible anymore. It's hard to get up off the ground if I decide to sit there, and even getting off the couch is starting to be difficult. The husband has to carry the laundry up and down the stairs for me now because when I do it, I can feel all my stomach muscles pulling, and it's pretty painful.
I've lost all feeling in my fingers, and it only gets worse when my hands swell up to an enormous size after walking or eating. Food still tastes amazing, but everything gives me acid reflux so I don't look forward to meals as much as I used to.
I've got three months to go, and I'm only going to get bigger and more uncomfortable. How did Mrs. Duggar do this NINETEEN TIMES? I think I'm starting to figure it out...
A few nights ago my husband and I were laying in bed watching TV, and as usual I could feel baby Z wiggling around in my stomach. I looked down and saw him poking out of my skin! I jumped in surprise and screamed, and for the next twenty minutes we sat there staring at my stomach watching it move and shift until finally the baby fell asleep. As creepy as it was, it was still pretty amazing to see, and I can't wait to hold my little guy in my arms and cover him with kisses.
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