It’s 2am EST. I am awake and in my bath tub. Though I am one step beyond tired, I can’t sleep. In the 3 hours that I was in bed, I got up to pee the same number of times. My ankles and feet are twice their normal size and my fingers are swollen as well. I am having a lot of back pain, and the only position I am comfortable in is sitting up, but I can’t sleep like that. Oh, and I have heart burn/acid reflux/gut rot. My husband woke up long enough to get me some Tums and is now happily back asleep. Wait – he did say he was going to check on me in an hour so I “don’t fall asleep in the tub”.
Not gonna lie, but a night like this has me wondering how safe it is to have these babies born at 35 weeks**.
Friends, I try really hard not to complain. Don’t get me wrong, my rolling and kicking fruits are safe and comfy right where they are, and I am SO HAPPY to keep them there for the next 2 weeks.
But I’m sleepy. And when I’m sleepy, I get crabby.
Hmm… Sounds like hourly feedings should be a fun time.
** I DO NOT want to have the babies yet. I’m not even going to go as far to say I want my body back. I’ve embraced every.single.unpleasant.symptom with open arms, but it seems a little harder to deal with 18 at once and at 2am. Forgive me – please know I am not wishing this to be over or complaining because I’m mildly inconvenienced.
Ugh. I might not even post this.