Things are getting harder. Each week takes longer to reach its end and each week's ending brings aches and pains and swelling. It's strange how time changes like that - how the first 9/10ths of this pregnancy flew by and now, time crawls, laughing and sneering at me on its way by.
I chose to work past my due date because I didn't want to waste any time off. By that, I mean, I wanted all 12 weeks to be baby weeks. I didn't want two of those weeks to be lazy-sit-around-the-house-waiting-for-baby weeks.
I may have made a mistake.
I know I'll be uncomfortable post-baby due to the whole pushing-out-a-baby thing, but I'm SO VERY excited for my swelling to go down. My ankles look like grandma ankles and it grosses me out. It's not painful or anything, just really gross looking. It's the part of the pregnancy I was least prepared for.
I wonder if I can talk to the head of my department about going out early or if I should just suck it up. Maybe all the overworking I'm doing will make me go into labor earlier rather than later!
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