it's official
i am miserable.
my spine and pelvic bones have entered into a permanent separation agreement. my skin burns as though raw, sliced jalapenos have been rubbed all over it, from the inside out. despite my attempts to relieve the pressure in the ladies' room, i am stuck with the sensation that the world's largest natural gas emission is bottled up in my colon, acting like an overtired toddler and refusing to do what will make everyone feel better: in this case, exit.
it is painful to stand. it is painful to walk. it is painful to sit. in any type of chair. it is painful to lie down, on either side, and even on my forbidden back. there is no angle in which i can lean that relieves the pressure on my lower ribs. the spasms in my lower back and upper leg joints that suddenly spring up without warning while i'm driving actually take my breath away.
my belly button is raw from me scraping away the crust that has formed from the excess gel that is constantly being applied to my belly for monitors and dopplers and ultrasound wands that i can never completely get out of there.
the skin tags that spring up nightly in every part of me that folds over in any way are driving my inner obsessive-compulsive mad.
no matter how much or how little sleep i get, i feel as though if i don't get a nap right.this.minute. i may not be able to go on, like one of those sims people who crumple into a cartoon heap when they've been deprived of sleep by an incompetent gamer.
i was feeling a little cuter, pregnancy-wise, this time than the others until the other night, when i was standing on our front porch waiting for justin to come out of the house, and i turned to call to him, and caught my reflection in the glass of our outer front door, and saw just how far spread my hips have become of late. frankly, i don't know how my pants contain them. i am diamond-shaped, with dangerously-sharp side points.
i sound ungrateful, i know. i'm incredibly lucky to be at this point, at my age, with my history: weeks - maybe days - away from the birth of my beautiful, healthy son who may or may not look slightly like a turtle. but all that luck doesn't take away from the fact that the state of being 35+ weeks pregnant is almost physically impossible to sustain. no wonder i was so fucking depressed at about this point with hans. no one is built to withstand this kind of constant misery.
i whisper to milo throughout the day the prayer the early christians prayed to their recently-ascended leader whose imminent return they eagerly anticipated: maranatha. even so, come quickly.
i hope i don't have to wait as long as they've been waiting.
my spine and pelvic bones have entered into a permanent separation agreement. my skin burns as though raw, sliced jalapenos have been rubbed all over it, from the inside out. despite my attempts to relieve the pressure in the ladies' room, i am stuck with the sensation that the world's largest natural gas emission is bottled up in my colon, acting like an overtired toddler and refusing to do what will make everyone feel better: in this case, exit.
it is painful to stand. it is painful to walk. it is painful to sit. in any type of chair. it is painful to lie down, on either side, and even on my forbidden back. there is no angle in which i can lean that relieves the pressure on my lower ribs. the spasms in my lower back and upper leg joints that suddenly spring up without warning while i'm driving actually take my breath away.
my belly button is raw from me scraping away the crust that has formed from the excess gel that is constantly being applied to my belly for monitors and dopplers and ultrasound wands that i can never completely get out of there.
the skin tags that spring up nightly in every part of me that folds over in any way are driving my inner obsessive-compulsive mad.
no matter how much or how little sleep i get, i feel as though if i don't get a nap right.this.minute. i may not be able to go on, like one of those sims people who crumple into a cartoon heap when they've been deprived of sleep by an incompetent gamer.
i was feeling a little cuter, pregnancy-wise, this time than the others until the other night, when i was standing on our front porch waiting for justin to come out of the house, and i turned to call to him, and caught my reflection in the glass of our outer front door, and saw just how far spread my hips have become of late. frankly, i don't know how my pants contain them. i am diamond-shaped, with dangerously-sharp side points.
i sound ungrateful, i know. i'm incredibly lucky to be at this point, at my age, with my history: weeks - maybe days - away from the birth of my beautiful, healthy son who may or may not look slightly like a turtle. but all that luck doesn't take away from the fact that the state of being 35+ weeks pregnant is almost physically impossible to sustain. no wonder i was so fucking depressed at about this point with hans. no one is built to withstand this kind of constant misery.
i whisper to milo throughout the day the prayer the early christians prayed to their recently-ascended leader whose imminent return they eagerly anticipated: maranatha. even so, come quickly.
i hope i don't have to wait as long as they've been waiting.
posted by laura at 6:23 PM
10 Comments:
Don't apologize for complaining. Being 35 weeks is miserable, no matter what kind of hell you have been through to get there. That doesn't mean that you don't appreciate that you are there. We get that. And the Sims reference killed me. I can picture you waving your hands like a wild woman, screaming at the air!!
I also got a kick out of the Sims reference.
I have Sims 2 on the PC, and Sims can get pregnant in that game. Pregnant Sims get tired, hungry, and just plain uncomfortable faster than other Sims, but pregnancy only lasts for 3 days. They do have a few seconds labor pains before they give birth, but then the baby just magically falls from mid-air into the Sim's arms as she coos, "Oh, nooboo!" ("Nooboo" being Simlish for "baby".)
I have a Sim addiction. I'm going to stop talking now before I go on another Sims 2 binge.
sending (((((hugs))))...Milo will be here soon!
I will tell you, get a picture of yourself being cute, pg-wise. I hate how i look when i am pg, but with Chloe i had a belly shot taken at 37 weeks, just because i knew i would want it if things went badly. I thought i looked like HELL, huge and gigatically fat, with a face reflecting weeks of worry and sleeplessness and limping. (i couldn't put any weight on my right leg for some reason) Now when i look at that picture, i smile and think it is just darling cute...
Yes, yes, do what Kate is saying. Take a photo with a good belly shot and sit back and think this will all soon be over and Milo will be in my arms beaming at me. you are so close now.
I saw a very pregnant woman yesterday and thought of you! She looked miserable, too, it is awfully hot here which I'm sure makes it worse.
Complain as much as you damned please! It isn't ungrateful to whinge, it is normal, and at this point may be the only thing that makes you feel better.
Come Milo! Time to come outta there....
Ooohboy can I sympathise. I'm 37 weeks and equally miserable. I hope you have your prayer answered.
I can only imagine how miserable you feel...I remember how lousy I felt and it was December. (((hugs)))
I second Kate. You'll be glad you did. Cory got one with the polaroid camera, and I've never seen 236 pounds look so adorable as it does knowing Mimi was in there.
Lauralu, those are your "child-bearing" hips! Love them. Love them now, because after Milo is born, they will just be your "too big to fit in my old pants" hips. ;)
I think it is probably safe to say that everyone that has "been there, done that" would agree that you are more than entitled to complain. Summer, 35+ weeks. Yuck. I literally was in the same boat last year. Good times, I tell ya. You're almost there! :)
Poor you! Pregnant Sims find themselves hungry, tired, bladdery, and uncomfortable very quickly. Take care of yourself and keep those vital signs in the green! And I hope you do get Justin to take a picture of you. I'm sure he thinks you look adorable!
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