Monday, July 09, 2007

Belly Vision

This is going to turn into a whine and rant. If you don't want to hear it, check back later when I have something funny to say about kitties or something.

My favorite part of being pregnant is The Belly Show. If I am reclined back, I can watch tiny thumping and kicking. First on one side and then on the other. A ripple here, a stre-e-etch there and a few roll overs for good measure. It's fun to watch. I've also determined that I think all of the skin stretching has made some areas go numb. While watching bellyvision, I notice that I can't feel the little movements that I can see on the left side, while I can feel everything on the right. It's also possible that Logan's placenta is in between him and my belly, which would explain the deadened sensation and my worry last week.

The twins also seem to respond to the kicking of the other, and trade punches. Or maybe they're just playing jumprope. Who knows! It does make me wonder if Emma turned head down so that Logan would stop kicking her in the head.

The rest of the pregnancy stuff? I'm hating it.

Too much? How about disliking it intensely? Finding it abhorrent? Wishing it was over?

I really didn't sign up to be 9 months pregnant for 4 months, you know. For those of you that have been pregnant, you know what I'm talking about! When you reach the ridiculously uncomfortable stage and you just want to get it over with? Yeah. I'm there. I've been there for a few weeks now, except that I know I still have 11 weeks to go. Eleven.

I've also reached the point where I want to bite strangers that coo that they've always wanted to have twins! And how cool that would be! Clearly, these people have either a) never been pregnant or b) can't remember what that last month of pregnancy feels like. It sucks! And you know you just have to hang in there until it's over - you can't get induced at 27 weeks, that would be insane.

Just so you know, I do know that I am very lucky. I am healthy, not on bed rest, not under house arrest (Although it's very like that with this heat!), that the twins are healthy and growing well, etc. etc.

Yes, I know.

Despite all that I am still utterly frustrated and ridiculously uncomfortable. I can't breathe. I can't eat. I can't sleep. I can't roll over. I can't walk for very far or very long without contracting or getting breathless or both. I can't get much of anything done that I want to do. I can't work. I can't sit upright for too long. I can't lay down for too long, either. I can't concentrate for long stretches of time.

I can pee. A lot. I can sweat. I can contract like mad if I don't drink enough water and walk...oh, anywhere. I can fall asleep at the drop of a hat. I can wake up with numb arms, too. My feet can swell like mad. I can get heartburn. I can/should drink buckets of water. I can get bigger and bigger and bigger. And I can gestate.

Gestate. Gestate. Gestate.


1 comment:

Scylla said...

Oh honey, I know how you feel and it sucks.

You get to think it sucks. You don't have to remind yourself that you are healthy and that things could be worse.

Being that pregnant for that long just sucks. Who cares that you could be worse off, you are uncomfortable, and in pain, and tired, and hot and miserable, just as you are!

As for the people that coo about how they love being pregnant, want to be pregnant, want to be pregnant with twins, express how lucky you are, etc, you should try my trick.

In my last two months of pregnant rotundity I would imagine reaching out and strangling them like Homer Simpson strangles Bart. It helped a lot to have that image. I was even able to smile at them!

I love you. You are great, and the last couple months are going to last for fracking-ever, but you are a rock star, and one of the strongest women I know.

So... here's to a night of shots and womanly debauchery when we are both done nursing!!

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