|This cute picture negates all my complaining.|
I still have so much to do and absolutely zero energy to do it. I have two loads of laundry to wash and dry and an additional two to put away from last weekend. I have to organize the baby's room with all the wonderful gifts we received from the baby showers. I should take a stab at cleaning, but who am I kidding?
In addition to this, I just feel bad. I know two weeks ago Ted was 6.2 pounds and with the average weight gain of 0.5 pounds per week, he should weigh in around 7 pounds at this point. I'm not sure this is accurate. He must be at least 25 pounds. I can't bend over because his butt (I assume, since he's appropriately head down) presses into my ribs. His head turns on my bladder. He feels very heavy. Also, I've been having Braxton Hicks contractions for a few weeks now - well for a long time, but in the past few weeks they hurt! Every time they start I wonder if this time is it. And every time it isn't. I go to sleep with a heating pad stuffed into my pajama bottoms.
I'm sure none of this is news to women who've done this - for many, many lifetimes women have done this. And multiple times each! I'm also sure that being pregnant and dealing with older children must be an absolute treat because they can't be ignored until you feel like dealing with them like I can with cleaning the kitchen.
Also, I have to add in here that Eddie does help me and offer to help me a lot. I'm not doing everything alone. He has been very understanding of my physical discomfort and always asks, "What can I do?" He also lined the mattress with an old shower curtain and some towels yesterday morning when I was timing contractions while lying in bed. Protect the new mattress at all costs!
That's my rant for now. Stay tuned...