Now imagine weeks pass by with me happily scurrying around and taking care of business. Then, like a dark shadow from clouds passing in front of the sun, my life grew dim. I exaggerate, a bit. My third trimester decided that it was going to remind me why it's so notorious in the first place, you know, why most women grow to loathe the final weeks of pregnancy. I'll keep it short and simple. My stomach feels like it weighs 10 pounds. My pelvis is so sore, I feel like I spent the last four days horseback riding through the hills. When I get up from bed or from sitting in a position for longer than five minutes, I feel like I need a nurse to help me move my legs. The pain is more than I think is necessary. I seem to have a moderate case of Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction, or SPD (click to read what it is). I say moderate because I don't feel anything click when I walk and I don't need crutches at this point. I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow where I am sure he will confirm my self-diagnosis as well as simultaneously downplay its impact on my well-being. Won't that be fun?
I have roughly 10+ weeks of pregnancy left. I have the feeling that I will go early, as I have with the last two babies. Either way, I have quite a few weeks left and I can barely imagine myself making it through it. I know I will, somehow, but it is not going to be pretty. I see myself paying for a few massages in the next two months. I see my little Roslyn following me around whining because I can't pick her up every time she wants me to. I see crumbs settling in and getting comfortable because vacuuming makes me feel like I just sprinted a marathon the day before because my bones hurt, except that I am still out of breath.
I think I covered the most important points. Like I said, I try not to complain too much, really I do. I do feel better though, documenting my self-inflicted ailments. For now I will just keep on keeping on until the day that this baby is ready to come out and meet us. That is the beautiful light at the end of the tunnel.
And now I leave you with a bit of humor.
Sounds about right.
I think she wants to get hot tea splashed in her face.
We're all thinking it.
Can't blame a girl for trying.