I’m writing this from my couch. From my iPhone. Because at this point it’s hard to reach the computer at any angle for me. Seriously.
I actually love “being” pregnant in a weird way. Like even though nothing fits and I barf all the time and I’m hot and my heartburn is killer – it’s exciting and hopeful. It’s a good place to be in when I can let some of the anxiety go. But I am 110% ready for Charlotte to be here.
Sam went to get me McDonalds. Which, you might be thinking, doesn’t help with heartburn BUT I get it from drinking water in the morning and anything I eat so I give up. At least when I eat carbs it keeps the food down longer.
I don’t really have many cravings. Milk. Cold things. I’ve gained 13lbs total. Sleep depends on the night. If we can get the room cold enough I sleep pretty well in between getting up to pee or waking up to roll over – which is so so painful because of my hip. I have the line some women get during pregnancy -linea nigra- and a few new stretch marks. Honestly though – I had more stretch marks with Kaden than this pregnancy. Which is weird to me. I can barely walk because she is like ON my pelvis. When I stand up she just slides her head on down there.
I’ve had a lot of friends and family ask about how long I can/will go and I’m not quite sure. My dr’s office is being dumb about getting me in for appts (working on that) and the last time I was able to see someone I was just over 37 weeks. At that point I think we all figured the “how long can I go” conversation was moot because I’d never been past 37 anyway. And here we are. My hope, because of the uncertainty of meds with the virus, is to let things progress into labor without interference, but I am just not sure what will happen.
I’m off to watch Survivor while Bella takes a quiet time. Maybe my next update will be a Charlotte one! Fingers crossed. ?