Don’t get me wrong, I am excited about Ian being born soon; however, I am starting to get even more excited about not being pregnant.
Pregancy is a wonderful thing, until you get down to the final days. I can’t get comfortable, my hips ache from the adjusting, and my butt is sore because Ian is sitting on my tailbone (which is good since it means he’s getting into position). Not only that, but I can’t sit down for long periods of time anymore. I have to lounge, lay flat, or stand up. Ian doesn’t like being cramped, upside down, and in my pelvic bone – and he lets me know it when I’ve been sitting too long. That’s when he really starts getting active. It kind of feels like he’s banging on the cell doors yelling “let me out! let me out!”. Granted, I would do that in a heartbeat, but he has to figure out how to get out on his own. I’m just the tool that helps him escape.
So I’m doing a lot of reclining at the moment. Of course, once I’m down, it takes a bit for me to get back up again. I think I’ve actually forgotten what it felt like to be skinny (not that I was really skinny in the first place). Either way, you see the countdown on the side – it won’t be long now until it’s sleepless nights due to feeding Ian and not because I can’t get comfortable.
And trust me when I say this, the feeling that I can’t get comfortable has been messing with my hormones. Jesse can attest to that.