Week 33 of pregnancy no. 2. I am big. No, I'm not going to post photos of how big I am. That's a picture of Meg. I'm writing this blog only to vent some complaints, which are inevitably going to get worse in the next 7 weeks. So, Baby Number 2, this blog's for you.
My belly is big and tight, and as sure as the sun will rise, my back will hurt. I obviously don't sleep well, and after I get done bringing the groceries into the house my groin feels like I just rode a brand new, very cheap bike from Seattle to Portland. I can feel the back of my upper arms resting on the side of my back, letting me know that I have definitely gained weight everywhere. ALL of my underwear is too small because my butt is too big, and I don't have the courage or humility to go buy bigger underwear. So instead, it's just tight and covers about half of what it used to, and I pray that you can't see bulging underwear lines through my maternity jeans. By 5 pm I am totally maxed out for the day; emotionally and physically, and use the energy I have left to will myself NOT to call Grant and beg him to come home sooner. My boobs are completely unrecognizable to me anymore, one of these days I think they're going to just get up, walk away and live a life of their own. I have my "pregnancy" eyes on, meaning EVERYONE looks like they've lost weight to me, and every woman I glance at has me jealous that she just gets to walk around with her empty abdomen, feeding only herself and carrying only herself. Each morning I look in the mirror, seeing what's bigger. "oh my gosh, is my chin bigger?"
I know that it's almost over, that I just need to get through it, and in a few months this last part of pregnancy will seem like a blink of an eye. But for now, I'm going to complain, because I don't complain often, it's not over, and it won't be for about 7 weeks while I keep the fat suit on. Consider this my "pregnancy journal".
Oh Heather! I can totally relate to where you are in your pregnancy. I was at the exact same place almost 63 years ago, to the day! I understand about the undies, and my "uniform" of the day was a pair of slacks held on with a shoelace tied to the button and pulled through the buttonhole. Since I was huge, no real tops would fit, so I wore an out-sized shirt of Jesse's. Of course there were all the feelings you have just expressed, etc. But it was all OK when I saw that cute little black haired baby girl, as it will be for you upon the arrival of little 'miss' or 'mister'. Love you.
ReplyDeleteI have never laughed so hard during my planning time at school. Thank you, Heather :)
ReplyDeleteNothing is bigger - you're just going to give birth to another little Lane!
ReplyDeleteI would just like to say thank you. Thank you for writing this, for being honest and putting it all out there. I feel the exact same way, huge. The riding the bike feeling is spot on, as is the gaining weight EVERYWHERE. I keep reminding myself that it will all come off and my body is doing what it needs to make a healthy babe, but really?
ReplyDeleteAnd then I see some perfectly pregnant woman (you know, the kind who only gain weight in their belly) and I serious want to lash out. I'm having some filter and rage issues along with my hugeness.
Sadly I purchased larger underwear but they are now getting to be too small, I mean seriously?
Anyway, thanks... it's nice to know there's someone else out there going through exactly the same thing.