It's hard to believe that one week from now, I'll be in the recovery room looking at my new bundle of joy. WOW! It's even harder to believe that one week from now, I'll be the mother of THREE kids!
I guess I'm about as ready as I'm going to be. I packed my bag the other day and other than cleaning up the basinette, we've got the nursery put together. I'm still a bit nervous about the whole surgery thing, but right now I'm so miserable that I can forget about my fears and just concentrate on being done!
I try so hard not to dwell on the negative ... I mean I know I'm lucky to be having this baby. But the last few weeks are just plain miserable! Even my doctor looked at me the other day, and without even asking how I was doing, told me that he could tell I was miserable.
My pelvic muscles feel like they are going to fall out ... and when they do, I'm sure those hemmoroids will come with them. Sorry to be so graphic -- just being honest here! I feel like Tyler is just using my bladder for kick-boxing practice ... and he hits that dag-blamed nerve everytime!
I've been getting these pains in my lower back that I start to think are contractions, but there is not rhyme or reason, leaving me to assume it is yet another nerve that Little Bit has hit. I can't get enough water to drink, but when my bladder fills up, it's pure pain. I get up at least once per hour during the night, and it takes a good 5 minutes to even get my achy self out of bed. Then I go to the bathroom, walk around the house once to stretch out, then take another 5 minutes getting back into bed and comfortable. When it's all said and done, I'm only sleeping about 45 minutes at a shot. No wonder I feel like I've been run over by a train!
My poor stomach keeps going from one extreme to another. I've had low iron recently, so I'm doubled up on iron pills. We know what that does to your stomach! As it is, my stomach is pretty well squished which makes it difficult to eat. I have no appetite anyway, so it's just as well. If I do try to eat, I get nauseous, but if I don't eat, I get massive heartburn. Which incidentally, I have eaten more Tums in the last month than the entire pregnancy put together! I'll be interested to see if this kid also has a head full of hair!
So, with all that complaining, I'm pretty much just hanging around, taking it easy & waiting for next Friday. The house looks like a bomb went off, although I did get a short burst of energy last night and managed to clean the bathrooms (what didn't involve bending over). I nap whenever I can, then catch up on email the rest of the time. I have a list of things that I need to get done this weekend as I expect next week will pretty much be a bust. I've got a doctor's appointment Wednesday (my last!), pre-op Thursday, and the big day is Friday! Somewhere I have to fit in one last trip to the grocery store and Babies R Us (to spend the gift card my MIL sent us for Christmas!) and a few other last minute errands.
With everything so well planned, I fully expect my water to break early, throwing my entire schedule out the window. LOL Not that I would complain, but I have babysitters lined up and each day next week pretty well planned. Oh well ... I'll take what I can get!
Wow -- what a long entry. Perhaps I should try writing more often.
Thanks for listening to me whine ... hopefully there won't be many more entries like this one, although I'm sure I'll be complaining of post-op aches and pains next.