This week marks my 30th week of pregnancy, which means 10 more weeks until D-Day. If you're thinking delivery day, I am thinking more along the lines of added destruction to my body. It seems my battle of the bulge is becoming a harder fight every day.
In fact, my doctor shows I am measuring bigger than I should, so I have to get an ultrasound on January 8. My doctor isn't really concerned because it could just be extra amniotic fluid or Lydia could have been laying funny, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
Looks like somebody has a bigger bowl full of jelly than Santa.
While I have only gained 13 pounds to date (the average is typically 19 to 25 pounds), Lydia often feels like a ton of bricks. I am literally all belly, and there are times where my belly is so taut, I feel like I could pop it with a needle.
I am also at the point where I often cradle my lower stomach as I walk as well as breathe like a bull dog. I often get sharp pains and tingling sensations in my lower abdomen but the doctor says it's normal. It's just my muscles pulling apart, which is what every woman loves to hear.
Even better is I look like I have cat scratch fever to the right and left of my belly button where I have vertical stretch marks. And if that isn't sexy enough, Lydia sits on my bladder a lot, especially in the evenings, causing me to leak a little pee at times. Plus, nothing is worse than going pee and then still feeling like your bladder is still full.
I also have bouts of insomnia because I can't get comfortable while laying in bed. My extra weight makes my sides and butt cheeks hurt, but the good news is that my doctor said I can try to sleep on my back, which is typically a no-no because the weight is supposed to put pressure on a vein that goes to your legs. But the doctor says if that happens, I will wake up feeling like crap.
Plus, Lydia is nocturnal, and I think she thinks she is in an ultimate fighting championship every night between 9 and 10 pm because I get a lot of kicks and jabs. Or she just hates me already. I thought I had a least until she became a teenager.
And while my hormones have not gotten the best of me yet, I think they are starting to surface. I have cried a few times out of frustration for the way I feel. Furthermore, I recently lost my temper with Randy and threw a can of Pledge towards him for him not wanting me to dust near his side of the bed. While I missed him on purpose, he swears I missed his head because I am a bad aim. Lord give me strength!
I realize that while my pregnancy has not been easy, there are a lot of women out there who have it much worse. But I'll admit it, I am a wimp and told my doctor the other day I feel like I am going to die at times, and she assured me I will get through it.