In the home stretch

When I used to hear about pregnant women complaining about the last couple weeks, I used to think how bad can it be really? I mean come on, surely it wasn't that tough? Well now I know and yes it is. I take it all back - the last few weeks are hell.

Not only are you constantly wondering when it is going to happen and paying attention to what comes out of 'that area' of your body, your constant aches and pains stop you from enjoying your last few kidless weeks.

Lets start the list of complaints with my back. You all know that I have battled this now for about 20 weeks. Well it has gotten worse. Whatever was paining me on the right side has now migrated all over my back. No matter how I am sitting, laying, standing, it all hurts. I used to be able to sleep licely on my side/stomach. Well now it hurts my back too much to be on my side and hurts my abdomin to be on my stomach. Not to mention if I lay flat I end up waking up to throw up because of the heartburn. So I get to sleep propped up, on my back with my head to the side (which hurts the neck but oh well). And when I say sleep I really only mean 1 hour interval naps in between pee sessions.

And she has dropped. I constantly have pressure down there to the point where it feels like someone punched me in the crotch. (Someone could have, I am too tired these days to notice). I also have a hell of a time getting out of bed or chairs. Everything hurts so much.

I have just about grown out of all my shirts and quite a few pants. My last round at Thyme Maternity was at 30 weeks but I refuse to buy anymore. And that go around was just a nice sweater for my showers and some nursing pjs.

Oh yeah, bras suck! My cup size is not going up but my ribcage is.

I am started to wonder if she is a girl. I know if she comes out a boy I will love him just as much but I won't lie, I will be dissapointed. Ever since we started trying 4.5 years ago I wanted a little girl. And now I hear of all the ultrasounds that have been wrong, I get worried. I know in the end it won't matter what sex, so long as baby arrives happy and healthy but still.

So all that plus getting winded doing anything just makes me miserable. The only thing getting me through this is knowing my beautiful baby is getting ready for her journey to come meet us. She is getting nice and healthy at my expense, but when I put it that way, I am not that miserable after all.