Hoooo boy, they weren’t kidding about the last two weeks of pregnancy being god awful. I’m 38 weeks and 3 days, with 11 days left until my due date and I’m MORE than ready for him to make his appearance. Of course, I’m not going to force him out or induce or whatnot, but I reserve every right to complain hourly for the unforeseeable future. Sorry to my hubby, friends, Facebook, and Twitter.
These past few days I’ve been trying to stay busy, walk a lot, keep my mind off the anticipation and try to relax as well. The weather is hot as sin here in Poway and what I wouldn’t give for a 65 degree day. People are all freaking about the mighty return of the Pumpkin Spice Latte and I’m all “GIVE ME ALL THE ICED TEA” still because honestly, who wants a hot creamy drink right now in San Diego? My current status: extremely uncomfortable. Baby is lower, is pushing on my nether regions, has started causing this new fun pubic bone pain, and my pelvis feels like it’s ready to break right in half. Everything hurts — walking, bouncing on my birth ball, stretching, lying down on my side, sitting in my computer chair, you name it.
I’ve begun the process of getting my disability forms in because apparently CA’s pregnancy disability allows me up to 4 weeks before the birth of my child and will compensate me for 55% of my pay. I’m stoked on that. I have been trying to hard to be a functional member of the working class, but at this point I’m so uncomfortable that I can’t stay in any position for long and my brain simply will not focus on getting challenging tasks done. It’s really hard, especially when I’m a contractor who logs my own hours. I’m basically wanting to say “fuck it” and stay in bed all day, except that’s uncomfy too. Woe is me?
Having said all this, pregnancy hasn’t been THAT BAD. Like, I’d do it again. If I had to. If I want to. Okay, I’m probably going to do it again sometime in the future, but not anytime soon. I’ve come to terms with all my weight gain, muscle loss, and general overall fatness. I’m at the point now where I’ve put my anxiety aside, I’m ready to birth this little chunk of a boy, and I’m eager to get that 6-week exercise okay from the doc so I can move on to getting fit again. Last night I took a walk down memory lane and saw all these photos of myself from a year ago, how I was a wee 170 pounds with muscle. It feels like lightyears away, but I know that if I did it once I can do it again.
I haven’t decided yet which fitness/diet plan I want to pursue. I know I need to take special considerations with breastfeeding. In the past I’ve had great luck with the keto diet, being vegan (I know those are opposites), calorie counting, and Weight Watchers. I think maybe some combination of eating clean, working out a lot and watching how much I’m consuming every day would help. Honestly, if I just quit eating sugar I’d probably see the pounds melt away. My life is seriously one giant sugar cube right now. I have no excuses, except that I’ve given up trying to eat healthy at all during this pregnancy. Hopefully I can snap back the other way and get back to where I was. IT CAN BE DONE, DAMMIT!
Anyway, while you’re off having fun I’m going to be here focusing on every single twinge and pain and assuming it’s my labor starting.---------------
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