I try really hard to keep a positive outlook on life. I try not to complain, especially in my online life, status updates and blog posts, because I figure why say it if it doesn’t improve someone else day, or shed some light in the world. That’s my stance on it.
But this week, this week it is a bit harder not to express my discomfort. And I thought I’d come out and share that with the world. I’m uncomfortable. My belly is so extended and there is always pressure there and on my lower back. I’m hot. I’m cold. I’m hungry. I’m full. I have way to much to do and more apathy about it than motivation.
Last week, I was feeling quite smugly pregnant, no pain, plenty of energy. I had still only gained 12 pounds overall. I was feeling on top of this thing called pregnancy. Then this week, WHAM, I gained 5 pounds, I’m exhausted and weepy. Seriously, talk to me about anything remotely emotional, good or bad, and you’ll have sobbing pregnant woman on your hands.
The only thing I want to do is sit on a comfy chair, watch a movie and eat; meanwhile, the combination of work and household projects nag at me. I’ve resigned that whatever gets done is enough. This week is a low-impact week and that’s just the way it needs to be. I give myself permission, and just to share the love, I give you all permission as well. Be how you need to be, I’ll love you just the same.
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Hrrumph away mama. You are officially at the point of no return. Do your best at making yourself comfortable and don’t worry about ‘getting things done’. It will all come together in the end. Heck, both my babies came way early and I had NOTHING ready for either of them, but we got along just fine!
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Thanks Heidi! You know, just giving my elf permission really helped. Great blog by the way and thanks for the encouragement.