So Tot turned 30 this past Sunday. She's growing up fast. However, I have to admit that despite the fact that I've felt pretty good the past few months, I'm about to the point of wanting to be done with this. I've definitely turned the corner into the third trimester.
The sudden exhaustion is back. Yesterday I walked to the bedroom to do something and woke up when Greg got home. Pretty sure I didn't walk down there to take a nap, I was simply attacked by the bed monster.
The back pain that had actually improved dramatically since I left my job is back with a vengeance. Sometimes I feel almost crippled when I first stand up.
When I have an hour to sleep, I'd like to be able to sleep instead of wasting half of it squirming around trying to get comfortable. Comfort doesn't happen. And inevitably when I find a spot that's less uncomfortable, I immediately have to roll out of bed to go pee.
I want to be able to walk 2-3 miles again instead of getting to the end of my street and thinking, "Ok, I'm done. Can I make it back or should I just sit on the curb until a neighbor drives by and takes pity on me?"
I want my thermostat back. I nearly passed out in childbirth class on Tuesday night. Literally. Hot flash hit me out of nowhere and I got so dizzy the nurse teaching the class was very concerned. I ended up having to go sit in the lobby drinking water until I felt like I could stand up on my own again. I just want to know I'll be cold all the time like I used to, instead of jumping from hot flash to freezing ten times an hour.
Having said that, I will admit that it could be worse. I haven't seen much of the emotional roller coaster that can come with the pregnancy hormones. Perhaps they're just saving up for after the birth. Woo. Something to look forward to. And I'm sure the back pain will get worse at Tot continues to grow over the next 9 weeks, but at least I haven't gained 40 pounds. I'm sure that would hurt worse.
I know it'll all be fine. And it'll be worth it. As I've said from the first day the nausea hit me, it's all just part of the package. Remind me of that when I have a screaming infant, haven't slept in 4 days, and my postpartum depression drugs haven't kicked in yet.