Every day someone calls, emails, messages, texts the same question, "How are you feeling?"
My standard answer is "Good!" Because I am feeling good. As good as anyone this pregnant possibly can feel!
My feet and ankles no longer fit into my regular shoes. I've been reduced to crocs -the ugliest, yet most comfortable shoes ever invented.
I can't sit for very long. I can't stand for very long. I waddle when I walk. I rock back and forth on my feet when I have to wait in a line.
I wake up (I do sleep a bit!) multiple times a night to use the restroom. A couple nights ago I went, washed my hands, brushed my teeth and then had to go a second time before I'd even left the bathroom.
My gallbladder is trying to kill me. It happened with Pirate too. It's total misery. It's worse than heartburn, which shows up periodically through the day -but always, always, always at night.
I wish "nesting" would hit. Maybe it has today, because I really want to go clean my bedroom/ bathroom. ?
Things are ready to go. I'm feeling ready to go.
I hope this time it's all a bit easier than it was the first time. I think it will be if for no other reason than I know what to expect and I've gotten pretty good at living with sleep deprivation.
If this boy is as kind as his brother was, labor will begin tomorrow. If he is kinder than his brother it won't drag out for a full 23 1/2 hours.