I am 34 weeks tomorrow.
DISCLAIMER: I love being pregnant. I have shitty crappy horrible pregnancies but I still love it. I just want to whinge at someone other ten my husband cos I think he is starting to become a bit stressed out about it.
I smell.
I smell of breast milk.
I snell of vaginal discharge and it smells quite strong and although it's not particularly unpleasant it's still there and I notice it. The hotter the day the more noticeable it is!
My feet smell. My usual trusty Birkenstocks - that are almost the only thing to fit my swollen feet - seem to be the worst!! My feet absolutely pong! I thought it was me and a hygiene issue and got super upset when I spent time washing them 3-4 times a day and they still stink! Until midwife said it's a common pregnancy issue.
I am huge. I seem to be carrying a lot of fluid as baby is being scanned frequently and is normal size. So washing my feet is no longer easy as I can hardly reach them!!
Baby likes to sit with his bum firmly wedged under my ribs and he goes absolutely berserk if I eat anything. Think it's takes up his space!
I have heartburn. All day. All night.
I have hyperemesis. All day. All night.
I have PGP, or SPD... I'm confused but essentially I think my pelvic bone has broken into 2 pieces right down th front and I struggle to turn over in bed without crying out. I can't walk first thing in the morning and absolutely NO SEAT IN THE ENTIRE WORLD is comfortable. Anywhere. Ever. For more then 10 seconds.
Baby thinks my bladder is a punching toy. Which is doubly upsetting as I have a prolapsed bladder from birthing my DD so it's already got reduced capacity. He also seems to enjoy kicking me in the bum and vagina.
My breasts are HUMONGUS. And damn sore with it.
I can't poo. Except that then suddenly and without much warning, I can and woe betide anyone who gets in my way!!
I HAVE gestational diabetes. Which sucks as I'm a technicality anyway (even GD nurse said so as I failed by .1) so I have to stab myself in the finger 2/3 times a day and can't eat anything I like. Except cheese. Cheese is my friend now.
I LOVE being a woman and growing a baby. I love knowing that life is inside me and I'm creating him and I'll birth him and breast feed him. I love knowing I'm doing the exact thing I was created to do and I just love being pregnant but who in hell decided it had to last so long?? And who, exactly who, decided that it would be the worst 9 and 1/2 months of a woman's life??
I have moaned my heart out here and I haven't even mentioned the heat!!