Tuesday, December 13, 2011

I just can't seem to blog anymore, or My life as a pregnant hermit

It's almost Christmas, and I can't believe this pregnancy has gone by so fast.  I thought I was pregnant with Daniel f-o-r-e-v-e-r!!!  It seems like it was just Daniel's first birthday, with me grinning like a loon in the bathroom with my positive pregnancy test blinking in my hands.  Only 67 more days to go.

I'm having another c-section.  THANK YOU JESUS.  I never ever want to go through labor again.  I thought I was one tough chick until I felt back labor with half an epidural working.  It hurt so bad all I wanted was my Granny holding my hand.  Thank goodness for my amazing mother in law who had all 4 babies with lamaze, who helped me breath through it until it was apparent I couldn't birth no babies the old fashioned way.  I'm a poor candidate for a VBAC, so it's another slice and stitch job for this girl.  But, I'm still tough.  As I told my boss recently, I'm the dummy who took a shower 12 hours after my c-section and walked to the NICU because it took the CNAs too long to get me a wheelchair.  I do believe it created a better outcome in the end, and that's what the world is about, right (haha)?  The bad part about it is I won't be able to swing Daniel around for a little while. 

I just can't seem to get out of the house much or muster up the energy to do much other than housework and catching up on paperwork for work.  This pregancy has been easier than Daniel's so far, but I still can't seem to eat enough to gain a "normal" amount of weight.  I just can't seem to remember to eat like a pregnant woman should.  And when you have a toddler, you eat as weird as they do.  For dinner I find myself being full after eating the peels from the apples or whatever I peel for Daniel to eat and a few bites of cheese I steal off his plate (while he laughs about it).  Healthy yes, but not enough to really feed my system I guess.  At least I'm not losing weight anymore.  That tends to irritate the docs no matter what size you are.

I just feel like a hermit most of the time.  I don't want to be bothered, just want to be in my cocoon of safety and don't make me get out of it, thank you very much.  And, for heaven's sake, no drama, no drama, no drama.  I can't stand much drama anyways on a normal not pregnant day, but my little nerves are so frazzled with pregnancy hormones that I can't take ANY.  It wears my stuff out and makes me just want to go to bed and stay there.  Which is probably why I sleep so much after work lol. 

Speaking of sleep . . .