The Ravings of a crazy pregnant lady:

Sorry about this long crazy post but it’s been a while since I posted last. I thought I’d give you a run down of my thoughts as the big day approaches.

So here I am in the last few weeks of pregnancy. There is a count down going. 24 ish days left. Every one always warns you… “the last month is the worst.” How could that be when comparing to the sickness of the first trimester? I was perfectly fine. Happy and content with the way my pregnancy has been going. I’ve had it really easy. Very little sickness in the first trimester. No issues arising during the second trimester and fairly comfortable in the last trimester. Unless you count the insomnia. Sleeping is highly over rated. I believe that its God’s way of training me for what’s to come. I really wish it was the other way around though and that he would let me get plenty of sleep to get ready for the big day. NOT!! The warnings, I have listened too but said “Oh no, not me! It’s all been going so smoothly.” Sunday… The day that began the four week count down it was like hitting a brick wall. Everything hurts and by hurts I mean it. My back, hips, legs, stomach. I’ve been having some almost like contractions not rhythmic but more of just tensing of my stomach and back muscles. I think I’ve started nesting to make matters worse. Trying to clean the house, but again my whole body hurts so not much progress is made… Heather!! When’s your spring break again? (My friend Heather who is a teacher in Vidor has her spring break the week before I’m due. She has so graciously volunteered to visit during the first part of her break and help me clean the house and get it ready for the pending arrival.)

So besides all the strange physical issues that just decided to crop up this week, mental issues arise. Every one always warns you about pregnancy brain. I have experienced my fair share of not being able to express my thoughts or do simple math… But most of this occurred during trimester 2. Well it came back last night. I was writing down a few lists of things I needed to accomplish, looked back and all my bs and ds were backwards. Dad and Debbie turned into Dab and Deddie. This happened on multiple occasions. I hope this is normal and not some sort of brain abnormality!

Also you get used to your body and things in your life being a certain way. During pregnancy that all goes out the window. I don’t know what my feet look like any more. I can barely put my shoes on by myself and don’t even get me started on if my shoes come untied. I can’t shave my legs. But my major concern is my belly button. Isn’t that strange that of all the things to worry about… labor, delivery, what to do with the kid when it gets here… my primary concern is a belly button that has no function what so ever. (Well that and making sure I’m at the hospital on time to get an epidural) At the beginning of my pregnancy it always hurt. Now it just pokes out. I have turned from an innie to an outtie. Will it ever go back in? Please say yes! Also as my friend Heather pointed out … it’s never in the middle. (It used to be)
Something else that I have decided is that i have to choose 1 eating or breathing. I haven’t decided which one is going to go first, but something’s gotta give. In the end it all ties back to, I think I’m having a big kid, heaven help me. I’m huge; my Doctor says though that I’m measuring just about where I should be. What I think she’s not telling me is he’s huge! Here is my thought process with this.

1. I really have a hard time breathing to start. Kase is head down and making his progress to get into position. He moves a foot jabs me in the ribs or in the lungs … I can’t breathe.

2. I eat, which is a necessity, I get really hungry because of my growing boy. Alas, no room. This has 3 results. Result A: Stomach pushes up; I can’t breathe for a very long time till I digest. Result B: Stomach pushes down, no room; I have to pee every 5 seconds because something’s gotta give. Result C: All of the above, AHHH which tends to be the most frequent result. Like they teach you on standardized test; when in doubt choose C?

3. At least 3 times a day Kase gets the hiccups. I have decided that its mostly after meals. I can’t really prove it though. While adorable, it results in not being able to breathe. As he bounces up and down, his feet decide to reside in the lungs causing small sharp moments of a lack of breath. I try everything to help. Holding my breath has no effect on his hiccups. No spoonful of sugar… and scaring him doesn’t work believe me I’ve tried. The one time I actually accomplished scaring him it actually gave him the hiccups. (I was laying on the couch last weekend. Dead silence in the house… contemplating nap time. My stomach growls really loudly, apparently I was hungry. Scared poor Kase, he actually jumped, my whole stomach moved several inches. Poor baby, mommy's sorry.)

Well I think that might conclude the rants of the crazy pregnant lady. In summary, I think I’m weird being more concerned about the mysteries of pregnancy with the not breathing, innies becoming outties and baby hiccups. Heck with labor pain (yea large needle in my spine) my Belly button freaks me out. Epidural fixes the labor pains but to my knowledge there’s nothing you can do to fix the belly button.