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November 14, 2009


Some Days are Better Than Others

This has been a really challenging week. Most of the time, when people ask me how I’m doing or feeling, I say “great!” because I honestly have felt great the majority of this pregnancy.

Right now it’s not going so well.
I don’t know if it’s the culmination of events starting with my mom coming last week and we quickly started in on house projects, followed by an exhausting weekend of travel/family/baby showers, then continued on with more house projects OR if I’m just starting to get to that stage of my pregnancy where things are going to get harder. Or both.
But, today has sucked.

I stayed up last night waiting for Chicken’s flight–which was 2 hours late. By the time we got to bed it was almost 2am. She woke up 5 hours later and that woke me up and I tossed and turned forever trying to fall back asleep. I need sleep so badly and I am having a hard time getting good sleep. I finally gave up and got up to have breakfast and try to get some things done, but only 4 hours later I was dying to keep my eyes open and had to go take a nap.

Except that I couldn’t lay down without feeling like I was going to vomit. This has been happening from time to time. What do you call this? If I eat and then don’t stay up in an upright position for hours, the food feels like it’s just piled in the back of my throat if I lay down. Does this have a name? Is this happening to anyone else?

I stayed in bed for 3 hours alternating between sitting up reading and trying to lay down, but no luck. I never got that nap and only frustrated myself every time I had to sit up and burp it all out.

We were supposed to have dinner with friends tonight–a dinner that was very hard to plan and has been in the works for months trying to get everyone’s schedules to coordinate. Instead, here I am, in the same clothes I woke up in (OK, I am wearing my Ug.gs boots as slippers–I never want to take them off but I’ve not worn them outside yet) wondering when I can try to go back to bed. Urgh.

Chicken is home and I am so happy she’s here, but she’s stressed out with her job and doesn’t have much time to help me do things this weekend because she has so much work to do (her job never ends, it’s 7 days a week). There’s so much I need help with these days–stupid stuff like getting something heavy off a top shelf or lifting something. I feel so helpless and guilty that I can’t do it all myself anymore.

But then, as I’m sitting here, I feel the thumpers thumping around and I lift up my shirt and can see strange movement from the outside and I smile knowing that tomorrow is a new day and we’re all going to be OK.

Sometimes, you just have a crappy day.