Seven and a half months into being split into a small person and a very small person. I currently feel lovely. The insane tiredness is nearly gone and only reappears if I happen to go to bed an hour too late (which has moved from being at first and second trimester’s 8pm to about 11pm……). The headaches are gone – thank God. I’ve been pretty good at taking my vitamins this month. Don’t ask about last month. OR the month prior. Or…. I’ve been attempting to eat more regularly though that is extremely hard for me – I have a hard time STOPPING my work to go fix a half meal.
Currently the only slight sufferings I am enduring are heartburn (nearly all the time), continuation of the red splotchy bumpy disgusting face, and severe poking, jabbing, ramming, kicking and otherwise physical abuse from a 5 pound blackbelt sitting somewhere above my bladder, next to my stomach and behind my ribs. Oh yes, and in close proximity with my lungs. I have grown more and more grateful for organs as I am afraid one day there will be holes in them put there by excessive force coming from my future tomboy (I can already tell).
All in all, I have no reason or desire to complain and if I do, I simply can go to www.cafemom.com and learn of some other women’s pregnancy trials and after wide-eyed terror that one day one of MY pregnancies will be plagued with such famine, disease and disaster…..I become quite grateful for a very normal and relatively harmless pregnancy. Now if labor goes this well, I should be QUITE grateful!
