Compared to last time around I think it's pretty much equally sized, and reading posts from my pregnancy with Freddie, apparently I was feeling pretty rough, but I honestly don't remember it being this difficult. I mean that smile in the 36 weeks post in 2009 looks pretty genuine. Today's smile? Not so much.
A little of what's going on:
- When I lie down my limbs go numb. My arms and hands are affected more than my legs. It is very painful upon waking up, and although it does get better as I move them around, I never fully regain complete strength in my hands. I have difficulty lifting things and opening bottles and jars. My grasp is generally weak.
- If it weren't for the painful hands thing I would very much like to lie down 24 hours a day. Doing anything makes me winded and light headed.
- I'm not exercising, and that upsets me. Exercise does a lot for my positive mental attitude. I just cannot seem to make it happen. If it is going to happen at all it needs to be as soon as I wake up. By the time I get everything set for Freddie and I to leave the house in the morning I am ready rest again.
- As much as I try to remind myself how much I'll miss feeling a baby move inside my belly, I wish this kid would quit kicking. I swear he doesn't sleep. I know Freddie didn't move this much. I thought by this point in the game he'd be wedged in there so tight there'd be no movement. He's constantly causing bulges in my belly, often on both sides at the same time.
- Charlie's really great. I know he is gritting his teeth and smiling as I whine, and he looks so cute doing it. Just the other day he smiled, and raised his eyebrows, as he read over my list of things to do before the baby arrives.
- Charlie got out my bag to be packed for the hospital. I am having a hard time remembering what really needs to be in it.
- I did get a nightshirt to wear in the hospital. I wanted one last time but stayed in my hospital gown the entire stay. Man, I wish I would have put on something else and a little lip gloss. Someone change my clothes for me this go round. Or remind me that my roommate can see my rear end when I walk to the bathroom in the hospital gown.
- Yes, you read that correctly. I will be having a ROOMMATE in the hospital. Private postpartum rooms are not standard in New York City. While they are available for an extra fee, I could have a 3 day spa trip for half the price.
- Where is all of this stuff going to go? I am slowly purging and reorganizing, but not having any storage space is really a drag. We looked into renting a storage closet in the basement, but $1000 yearly for a tiny closet? Ugh.























