I have tried to keep my moans about all the pregnancy discomforts to a minimum and I think I have done quite well. But before I indulge myself in a good old rant, let me point out again that I am delighted that we have been given another chance of the family we always wanted so soon after our two miscarriages. My feelings towards pregnancy are in no way a reflection of how I feel about having this baby boy, I truly and honestly can’t wait.
Now that is out of the way, let’s get stuck in.
We’re now 32 weeks in, 8 weeks left, single figures – woohoo! Do I feel any better, not really. As soon as one thing gets a bit better something else starts. A few weeks ago I found out I was low in iron, which actually resulted in me being off work for a week because I seriously did not have enough energy to actually make it to the office. After a week of iron tablets I felt a bit better, only to replace the utter exhaustion with constant back pain, which I find even harder to deal with than the tiredness. Luckily I could get a physio appointment quite quickly and after an very long hour in which I nearly passed out 5 times (I often do this in hospitals) and was told that my spine was twisted at the bottom and not at the top which put too much pressure on the middle bit which is causing the pain – or something along those lines, I was kind of distracted by trying not to faint. Apparently it is all straightened up again and the pain should go….oh…..after it gets worse for a bit……. I wonder what treats will be in store for when my back is back to normal.
Even though my midwife keeps saying that the size of my bump is perfect, I think it is huge, proper whale like, now struggling to fit into even my maternity trousers type huge. And whilst we’re on maternity trousers, the only pair of maternity jeans I had are now so badly ripped that I can only wear them at home. They were kindly gifted to me by my sister’s neighbour so they weren’t new, but still, jeans are my favourite item of clothing and I seriously miss them already.
And as we’re on size, let us have a moan about English buses. Here in “midget country” (I mean this in the nicest possible way) the seats in buses are so tight that I always struggle a bit, but the combination of the outrageously big bump and my Dutch stilts make it pretty much impossible to sit anywhere apart from the seats which are for elderly and disabled people.
There are a million other things I could moan about, heartburn, leg cramps, people touching the bump (honestly, do you normally touch my tummy?!?!) etc. etc. etc., but I will spare you, apart from one thing……….
“Not long now!” seems to be the thing that a lot of people say to me, even though I have just told them that I have 8 weeks of misery left! A whole 8 weeks of feeling ill, exhausted, and in pain, oh yes sure, it will fly by!
Pregnancy really does suck!