The third trimester: it's such a wonderful time, no? I got to thinking about all the joyful things currently going on and just thought I'd share. Is it just me?
- I'm so fat/sore I can no longer get off the sofa or tie my shoelaces without OH's assistance.
- Wind. Dear God, the wind. From both ends, at all times. Last night I woke myself up by burping.
- I'm almost sure I have piles but am too squeamish to have a look/feel. I refuse to buy some ridiculously-named arse cream, so my current strategy is just hoping they'll go away on their own. I'm deep in piles denial.
- Every time I have a poo I block the toilet. I'm not exaggerating. Every. Time. At this point I swear I'm pooing out more than I'm eating. HOW?
- Weeing while sneezing/coughing/moving - this is entirely all my own doing as I haven't done pelvic floor exercises in yonks. Ship's probably sailed on that one.
- I am 100 years old (or 39) and have been pregnant for approx. 7 years (or 34 weeks; time has lost all meaning).
I should say that I am genuinely delighted to be having a baby, particularly after a previous loss, and that I'm sure my lovely DS will be worth all this. BUT STILL.
Anyone else suffering?!