I am...in a word...uncomfortable. Everything about me at this stage (33 weeks)just seems awkward. Here are just a few of my pangs…
Bending over to pick things up off the floor is more trouble than it’s worth these days…so lots of things just stay on the floor. Putting on shoes is more and more difficult as time passes. I am making an attempt to go back to the gym and tying the laces on my shoes is the most annoying part of the whole process. My back is a constant irritation. I haven’t slept through the night in weeks mostly because I have to readjust my position several times a night. I have found what works best for me is to sleep with a dozen blankets around me so that I am fully supported. I also hate to sneeze now. It just plain-old hurts. The blood vessels in my nose appear to be collapsing because I have weird nose bleeds now. I haven’t had anymore leg cramps, but I’m also afraid to point my toes because, if I do, I feel like they’ll start cramping again…weird. I’m getting some new freckles—even though I’m not in the sun. Oh, and I can’t forget the beautiful spider veins that are creeping all around my thighs and belly.
But honestly from the bottom of my heart, being pregnant is still the best experience I’ve ever had. I get a little weepy thinking about it. Megan has been growing in me for so long that it will be strange not to feel her rumble and tumble inside of me anymore.
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