27 weeks. Honestly, getting through each day is quite a struggle but I’m managing to keep a little gas in the tank by resting as much as possible and retiring early. I still have this weird muscle pain in my belly that renders me useless by about 5 o’clock or earlier. And my arms ache all the time. Not complaining, just saying.
I went for a walk today with the dogs on the estuary. It was intensely beautiful out today. A thick blanket of fog, the sun aching to break through, a field of a thousand geese, a sharp cold air penetrating winter attire. The pups loved the walk. Charlie bounding like a cheery fawn and pouncing like a fox amongst the tall grasses made my heart soar. Dogs racing each other down the levee.
I made it to 26 weeks with just one pair of maternity pants—no, not pants, tights with a belly band. Last weekend I had to go shopping. My intention was to shop at a locally owned maternity store in Victoria, but when I arrived I found they were closed. So I went to a mall and died a little inside. Then I went to Old Navy and sold my soul for $140’s worth of cheap but fairly stylish clothes. I try my best always to support small and local, but this was a case of dire need and few options. Hopefully I don’t need to buy anything else in the next few months. Although, there will be bras!
Next Tuesday I am set to have my gestational diabetes test. There are two tests offered and I’m doing the more difficult of the two: fasting for 12 hours, then drinking icky glucose drink and waiting for two hours in the lab. I hope desperately that I don’t have GD. My sweet tooth is insatiable sometimes and I can’t imagine not being able to indulge. Right now I’m heavily addicted to the caramel flan latte at SB and Coffee Toffee Crunch Ben & Jerry’s ice cream.
Things I am worried about: Getting the pups ready for this big change. Not having enough time to mentally and physically prepare for labour (have NOT been doing any yoga for over a month). Not having enough support. Not having the bedroom painted a soothing, comforting colour. Figuring out how we’re all going to sleep. Feeling scared about everything. OMG HAVING A KID TO TAKE CARE OF WHAT THE HELL WERE WE THINKING?
I have five days of work left. I’m taking sick leave before mat leave because I really can’t live with this pain any longer and going to work makes it worse. It’s hard to believe I’ve been able to go this long. Everyone says I look wonderful and I’ve got that “pregnant glow”. Little do most people know how much I’ve been suffering. It’s breaking me in more ways that I can count and I just need to rest so badly. So while I’ve been waiting (im)patiently for the day to come, now that it’s so close it feels rather strange–like it won’t happen. But I’ve been training my replacement and she is amazing is so many ways; I feel like she’s nearly ready to take it all on. Wow, not working is going to feel incredible. (Not making as much money is going to suck balls.) I just hope I get enough rest before my life turns into a circus.
Baby Nixon has been super active this past week. I AM LOVING IT. There really is a human being in there. Damn, I kind of like being pregnant. It’s pretty awesome.