(Sorry for another pregnancy-related post. This is not a baby blog, even though it has resembled one lately.)
Saturday morning I uttered those words that come to every pregnant woman at some time. It was time to get up, go down to the kitchen, test my blood, have my two insulin shots, and eat my somewhat regulated breakfast again. I told David, “I’m tired of being pregnant.” I made it to 31w 5d before I said it.
I immediately felt guilty for saying it. I think I apologized to Peanut about five times that day. I know there are many, many women who would change places with me in a heartbeat and put up with any amount of trials in order to be pregnant. And I didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. The Lord knows my heart and He knows I’m just weary.
Yesterday we got up, got all ready for church, and were about 90 seconds from walking out the door. I started crying and told David I just couldn’t do it. I was just too tired. So I changed out of my church clothes, went back to bed, and slept for about an hour and a half. I felt a lot better after that.
So, yes, I think I have turned that end-of-pregnancy corner. I’m not sure if it just coincided with the heatwave we had here last week or if the heat brought it on, but I’m really starting to slow down and feel a lot more tired, sore and achy. It’s getting harder and harder to sleep and I’m thankful if I even get a few hours in a row now without waking up. Mentally and emotionally I’m still on go, but my body is just saying, “I don’t think so!” So I can clearly see that I’m really going to have to adjust my expectations for the next seven weeks.
Maybe I’ll be fortunate and Peanut will decide she’s had enough of my tummy and will move out a little early! I wouldn’t mind that at all. 🙂