Time for a pity party. You’re all invited.
Less than a week until baby Azulito/a’s birth. I wanted this to be like a honeymoon. In reverse. The pre-wedding honeymoon. (That should have been a tip-off that I’d lost my mind, right? Who can enjoy a relaxing vacation the week before getting married? Movie stars and the rich I imagine. Not most of us plebes.)
I have had almost constant heartburn and nausea for the past couple of weeks. The nausea has actually been around for the past 2 months but at first the prescription meds helped with that. Not anymore. My upper body is very short and baby and uterus have run out of room and been wreaking havoc on my stomach and esophagus.
Can you say reflux?
I’d rather not, thank you. Yuck.
I haven’t been sleeping well. Or much. I am still fighting with stillbirth fears and anxiety. I’ve pulled out the Doppler daily this past week as a means of quelling those fears as movements have reduced, hopefully because Baby A is out of room at the Inn and not for any other reason.
I’ve chopped 4 inches off my hair, had the Miracle Toddler’s formerly wild mane chopped by almost as many inches, have scheduled the dog for her haircut on Friday, washed all the baby clothes and cloths and carriers, scheduled my vehicle to be serviced today and thanked the LP for cleaning a good chunk of the house last weekend. I’m short, I’m trying to feel ready for this delivery.
Now if I could only remedy feeling sick, quell the anxiety and get some decent sleep…