Oh! Grumpy Pants!
Well today I'm officially 31 weeks! Whoot whoot. I'm feeling more and more tired, and less and less awed by the mammoth movements of these 2 little ones... Don't get me wrong, I am happy they are active children and amazed they are in there doing all of this exercise, but my body is physically tired of being beat up by these 2 from the inside! Since I'm so short, there isn't a lot of space for these kids to move around and I'm waiting for the day (that's supposed to come) when there isn't enough room for them to move and then they'll settle down. After the boot the doctor got today while examining me, I don't think he thinks they are going to settle down anytime soon.
Dr Dalton is super happy with my progress. At one point today he was reading through my chart and exclaimed, "My word, this has been a complicated pregnancy!"
"Oh?" I thought, "Isn't this normal? Laying in bed for like 12 weeks!!!!!" Sheesh! To hammer my point home, I candidly told him the stupid Clexane injections for blood clots were blunt, and if they're wanting people to self inject they should make sharper needles. I don't think he followed my train of thought. He then suggested "If you think you might go into labour don't take another injection..." I looked confused and said, "How am I to know in the morning if I think I'll go into labour?" He didn't really have an answer for me.
He asked how my sugar levels were for the gestational diabetes. I had just seen my specialist on Monday, and he was thrilled with my test results. In fact he said there was absolutely nothing to worry about with those numbers. I'm thankful that hasn't been an extra burden on me after all. But, I still haven't found a remedy for dreaming about cake.
I have been experiencing some "tightenings" which are often referred to as Braxton Hicks contractions, and are apparently normal. They come and go at random times, and don't last long. However it's during these tightenings that the kids decide to stretch out as far as they can. I think they think something is happening to take away their freedom so they fight back.
Sometimes it gets tough, sitting here and waiting. You'd think being on bed-rest gives you heaps of time to prepare your mind and body for what's ahead. All I can think about is how I wish I could do... (just about anything) But even if I tried to get up and do anything, I don't have the strength anyways, and that's even more frustrating. How on earth am I going to be a mom to these kids when they do come? I don't have muscles, energy, and lack of sleep will be added to the list. Hmmm something to think about whilst laying here.
So today, all I want to do is to be productive. I want to finish my baby blanket but I can't find the stupid crochet hook I've been using. Like how did it disappear? This added annoyance has made me grumpy pants today, and I've found my mood seems to match the weather.
Maybe by lunch my mood will have changed! There's at least hope for the weather...
Dr Dalton is super happy with my progress. At one point today he was reading through my chart and exclaimed, "My word, this has been a complicated pregnancy!"
"Oh?" I thought, "Isn't this normal? Laying in bed for like 12 weeks!!!!!" Sheesh! To hammer my point home, I candidly told him the stupid Clexane injections for blood clots were blunt, and if they're wanting people to self inject they should make sharper needles. I don't think he followed my train of thought. He then suggested "If you think you might go into labour don't take another injection..." I looked confused and said, "How am I to know in the morning if I think I'll go into labour?" He didn't really have an answer for me.
He asked how my sugar levels were for the gestational diabetes. I had just seen my specialist on Monday, and he was thrilled with my test results. In fact he said there was absolutely nothing to worry about with those numbers. I'm thankful that hasn't been an extra burden on me after all. But, I still haven't found a remedy for dreaming about cake.
I have been experiencing some "tightenings" which are often referred to as Braxton Hicks contractions, and are apparently normal. They come and go at random times, and don't last long. However it's during these tightenings that the kids decide to stretch out as far as they can. I think they think something is happening to take away their freedom so they fight back.
Sometimes it gets tough, sitting here and waiting. You'd think being on bed-rest gives you heaps of time to prepare your mind and body for what's ahead. All I can think about is how I wish I could do... (just about anything) But even if I tried to get up and do anything, I don't have the strength anyways, and that's even more frustrating. How on earth am I going to be a mom to these kids when they do come? I don't have muscles, energy, and lack of sleep will be added to the list. Hmmm something to think about whilst laying here.
So today, all I want to do is to be productive. I want to finish my baby blanket but I can't find the stupid crochet hook I've been using. Like how did it disappear? This added annoyance has made me grumpy pants today, and I've found my mood seems to match the weather.
Maybe by lunch my mood will have changed! There's at least hope for the weather...
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