Last night was rough. I peed every hour and then each time I spent five minutes wrestling with intense Braxton Hicks contractions. They were harsh enough to make my legs ache. That’s the best way I can describe it although the pain feels a bit like someone is puling on a nerve. Or a hundred nerves. I’m having a rough time. I’ve said as much. I am smiling in this shot because cats make me really happy.
My left hand is also experiencing a dull ache much like the pain in my hips and ankles. It feels bruised. I can’t stop rubbing it. The pain and constant desire to poke at it is reminiscent of having braces and dealing with that second, third, and fourth day after having them tightened.
My pica cravings are still there. But I’ve found that parsley usually quenches the bizarre thirst I have for chemicals and the like. I moved away from sharpies and have instead grown attached to a tape measure we have in the house. It smells like crayons but is a lot more intense. Man does it ever smell good! Tobyjoe finally had to put it back in the toolbox. I also can’t seem to consume enough fruit. I eat more fruit than most monkeys.
We watched 20/20 last night. They aired a special on dwarfism and gigantism (footage courtesy of National Geographic). I’m fascinated by human oddities like that. But when I finally fell asleep, I dreamed that I gave birth to a massive baby boy – a giant. It was horrifying.
I visited the doctor on Thursday. My cervix was 50% effaced and still only 1 centimeter dilated. She said that if she had to make a guess he’d probably arrive right around his due date, which is a mere 7 days from now. But if last night was an indication of things to come, the next 7 days could prove to be some of the longest days of my life.
I have had a decent pregnancy thus far. I haven’t complained too much and I’ve enjoyed 8.5 months of it. I haven’t been mean to folks (well, except for Toby and my parents and a few nasty male drivers), but I’m finally exhausted. I’d be lying if I said that my patience hasn’t worn thin. But I think I passed. I did make it 38 weeks without becoming too bitchy. I’m ready now. I’m ready to meet this little man. I’m ready to sleep on my tummy even if it is for only a couple of hours a day.