Well there are about four weeks left in this here pregnancy, but the consensus is that it will more than likely be two or three! I have tried my hardest to seize the moment, enjoy the here and now, etc... Then, aboot two or three weeks ago, I started mentally throwing in the towel. I am tired, my body is tired, bending, walking, sitting, working, and even sleeping seem to take a tremendous toll on me. Additionally, I find myself less than pleased to answer questions like, when are you due, are you sure you aren't having twins, what is it, what will you name it, are you sure you should be my nurse!?! As if, in the event I went into labor, I would just bail out and no one would step in to care for my patients. If I was just asked these things once a day I could manage, but every patient, family member, visitor, grocery store clerk, and even the cafeteria cashier asks them. I need a shirt that says, "Due date FEB 2, pretty darn sure it aint twins, we don't know the sex, and yes I am competent and able to take care of your every whim and need today!"
Now, back to seizing the moment, I am trying to still enjoy all the little kicks and rolls because I am sure that is a phenomena that I will miss when it is gone. And now to go to bed, after peeing once more just to try and stem off my first bathroom trip of the night!
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