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| 07-4-2009 - 31 weeks and counting | My mood while writing this blog:anxious |
Ok. So I'm now heading towards 31 weeks. By my calculations, my changeover day is Wednesdays but, somewhere along the lines, the doctors moved it to Fridays. Why is it that two days seem to make all the difference??
I have to admit, I never expected the pregnancy to be this difficult so early on. I mean... I know I've reached 31 weeks (don't argue with me now), but we're hoping to get to 37. That's six whole weeks. Already, I'm in pain most of the time. I never sleep more than two hours at a stretch. If I do anything physical at all (eg grocery shopping today), I feel like a baby is going to fall out of my bottom. Too much information, I know, but that's how it is. My hips are constantly hurting, my back is hurting and I have haemorrhoids. (Did anyone mention too much information?)
Not to mention my poor family. I am short tempered, completely lacking in mobility and utterly incapable of keeping the house in any form of acceptable hygienic standard. I am a horrible mother (my daughter is 4 and my son is 2); the children cannot possibly understand why I am constantly shouting at them. It's breaking my heart (and probably theirs) but I can't seem to control it.
And you know what else? Isn't it funny how we look towards the delivery date and expect relief will come? If my past experience is anything to go by, delivery, although bringing some form of physical relief, will be followed by emotional highs and lows, sleepless nights, constant uncertainty and self-doubt... not to mention a good dose of physical self-loathing because I've put on so much weight throughout the pregnancy. AND THIS TIME, I'M HAVING TWO BABIES!!
I just feel so totally overwhelmed, under-qualified and, quite honestly, terrified... that I wonder why I ever wanted this in the first place. What was I thinking???
Having said all of this... I know that the second I hold these tiny boys in my arms, all will be forgotten (mostly). I think the thing is... with pregnancy, there's no reward. When they're here, they'll stare up at me, with those big eyes and pouty lips... and my cup of love will overfloweth. I'll only need to look down on them as they sleep (assuming that happens every now and then) and be reminded of the miracles I have created.
I hope.