Has it really been almost 4 months since I posted? Yikes ... that seems to track with how crazy everything else has been feeling, however!
And it's ironic that I take almost 4 months off and then come back to whine. I am 33, almost 34, weeks pregnant. I feel pretty good, but I am tired of my maternity pants not staying up (no waist), the numbers on the scale going up, being so very hungry but not having anything actually taste good, and simply not being able to find a comfortable place. I am discouraged that I am not as financially responsible as I would like to be, but am on a very short time crunch to learn and adapt to it.
I am grateful that the Braxton-Hicks are not terribly painful, just occasionally uncomfortable. I'm grateful that I haven't gained a horrible amountof weight and can still move around fairly easily (once I get up, that is!). I am grateful that an active little one at night can be enjoyed (I'll miss those kicks and stretches!) and remedied by simply turning over. I don't have to go downstairs, make a bottle, feed the baby, burp the baby, get him to sleep, get him in bed, roll back to bed, try to fall asleep and do it all over again only a short time later. What were we thinking, taking on the responsibility, time investiment and expense of a baby? ACK!
I STILL have about 6 weeks to go, but I ONLY have about 6 weeks to go. Wow. Say a little prayer, and pass the heating pad, please!
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