Just A Little Whining

Ok, there are 4 weeks and 3 days left until my due date. And I am completely, 100% done with being pregnant. Obviously, I know these next 4 weeks are important. I'm not rushing them/hoping he comes now/begging my doctor for an induction. But I feel huge and pregnant and just...done.

My feet are swollen for the first time this pregnancy. Although, on second thought, maybe they've been swollen all along, but today was the first time I tried to put on my fall shoes. And when I put them on, they pinched and hurt.

My belly is huge, because i'm carrying him completely in the front. His kicks/punches are getting more aggressive, and honestly, there are times when they really HURT!

Sleeping? Well, lets just say i'm up every 2-3 hours to use the bathroom. Then I can't get comfortable. Then I get comfortable and he starts kicking up a storm. Then just as I doze off, the toddler cries out. (Ok, I know that's not pregnancy related. But it still disrupts my sleep.) Everyone loves to say that all this disruption is just practice for when the baby comes. But, um, I don't need practice. I lived through it 19 months ago. I remember it clearly. I'd rather use these last few weeks to get some decent sleep in!

I'm also exhausted. Like, can barely keep my eyes open exhausted. My body feels sluggish and big, and it's hard to walk and sit and stand and move. I won't even talk about trying to get out of a big cushy chair.

Ok, now that i've gotten it all out there for the internet world to read, I feel guilty for complaining. I am aware every day of the blessing that is this baby, and I try so hard not to take him for granted. I also feel like I wrote a very similar post very recently. I'm taking that to mean it's just been one of those days where I'm feeling sorry for myself, and tomorrow will be better. Then i'll forget all about these feelings, until the next time I blog about them and it starts to sound familiar. So, if you've read a similar post lately, I do apologize. But it's what's on my mind, so it's what you get tonight.

I'll end on a positive note though. Despite all the pain that gets inflicted on me with this little one's acrobatics, there is something so magical about watching my belly move up and down and all around. It never fails to bring a smile to my face. Even if the smile turns to a grimace of pain rather quickly.

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