Just let me bask in my 15 minutes of unintentional, anonymous fame (soooo not fame at all). No one has a clue who is in the picture and I am looking down most likely sleeping and not praying most devoutly like like Lauren or Kristen, who are also in the picture. In my preppy cardigan when my hair used to get curly when I wanted it to-- those were the days. The full video is here.
---Now to the real business of this post-- let's talk about this 4th pregnancy for a hot second (and by hot second I do mean the entire blog for the duration of the pregnancy), but for today, I just mean one second.
First I will put it out there that I know I am a wimp. I know that so many other women have it hard- and like, actually hard- not "things aren't easy like I want them to be so I am going to complain as much as I can" hard. We have a healthy baby, things have been complication free, I am not vomitting all day every day, I am not on bed rest, really and truly I know I have it so SO good.
I am just a leetle thrown off by how different and more difficult this pregnancy has been than my others, let's not even call this complaining, just the facts. I'm just gonna blog it out.
Always, always by 23 weeks I am feeling a lot better, i.e.:
+ nausea is gone
+ some energy is back
+ I start sleeping a little bit better for a little while
+ life does not feel like it is crashing down on my head and I can come out of survival mode for a few weeks before trimester 3 rears its ugly head.
However, with this 4th gestation I'm:
+ still filling my and using zofran prescription for the nausea that won't quit,
+ napping every single day even though most days both older girls are not (who needs parental supervision?) Or if not napping laying in a lifeless heap on the couch while children escape from their bedrooms and ask me for things that I refuse to get them.
+ I have self-diagnosed myself with an irritable uterus (super flattering, I know) which just means loads and loads of more then just uncomfortable Braxton Hicks all the live long day (since I was about 13 weeks).
+ The wonders of pregnancy insomnia continue to plague me in the form of wake-up-to-pee-and-lay-in-bed-staring-at-the-clock-for-2-hours most nights.
Again, I know! It's pregnancy, it's life! Get over it, Ana. And I am... trying. This isn't even intended to be an "I hate being pregnant" post, I actually love being pregnant, or at least I love housing a new life and I love feeling the baby move and knowing that my body is doing such an amazing, miraculous thing. I love it! I used to say that I "hated being pregnant", but now I want to slap myself for that because I am so blessed to be fertile and to be able to be pregnant with healthy babies and carry them to term. But it is hard, and is does wear me down so many days.
However, I do have at least 16 weeks left and can't just lay down and let the rough parts dominate, so I will continue to try to improve things where I can and try to shut it and not complain too much. I just ordered this Blood Builder on Grace's recommendation and am somewhat committed to earlier bed times for myself to get more sleep on the front end because I don't think there is anything I can do about insomnia except to go to bed earlier (please tell me I am wrong).
And please, if you feel so inclined, teach me some more!
I would love for these days to feel more normal and enjoyable and less like a blur that I will surely not remember because I was half asleep during them.
For way more edifying blog content, go share in Grace's joy and her wonderful baby news.