What a Life!

Today I am officially 39 weeks pregnant. Yes, still pregnant.

I’ve had really bad sciatica throughout this pregnancy. I finally started going to the chiropractor at the beginning of the third trimester, which has really helped. I’ve also talked with a lot of people who sought chiropractic care during pregnancy and delivered before their due dates. So even though Ben was born after his due date, I decided that I ought to be prepared for this child to arrive early.

Yes, I still have a week to go. And I’m still very prepared to go early. I know that when I go into labor, it will hurt and I will immediately wish I wasn’t in labor. I know that after the baby arrives, I will be getting up three or four times every night and I won’t be able to just sit on the couch whenever I want and knit. I’ll be tired and sore because there is a lot of healing that has to happen after one gives birth. I will feel even less motivated to do things, at least for a couple weeks, than I do now.

But for goodness sake…my hips hurt and I’m tired of being pregnant!

Last night I woke up with leg cramps so many times. I’ve had it happen once or twice in a single night, but not five or six times. I took a warm bath last night and a hot shower this morning, which usually helps with the hip pain (and I’m sure it did), but I still feel like both hips need to be replaced or I will fall when I walk.

Previously I was keeping myself occupied by getting this done and that done and the other thing done before the baby was born. None of them were all too important really – they were just things I wanted to get done. I still have a half completed list of things I theoretically want to get done, but quite frankly, I no longer care. My hips hurt, okay? I need to buy groceries, but I have a feeling I will just be limping through the store.

Someone put me out of my misery, please.

But today isn’t a good day because my midwife isn’t on call. Tomorrow, my least favorite midwife is on call until 3:00 when my midwife goes on call for the weekend. But I don’t want to have the baby tomorrow evening because Steve has tickets for the football game which is 11:00 Saturday morning and I want him to be able to go and have a good time. When the football game is over, Steve and Schon are going to bring home some furniture that Steve’s mom is giving us. By that point, the day will mostly be over. Sunday isn’t a really good day either, just because it isn’t. And Monday my midwife will no longer be on call. So the light at the end of the tunnel is very dim if it is in fact visible at all.

I think I’m going to go to McDonalds for lunch and have some French fries along with a fish sandwich and maybe a milkshake. Someone mentioned French fries the other day and they sounded really good then, and they still sound really good now. Perhaps the lubrication from the grease in the fries will make my hips better…who knows?

I will say this, though. I’ve decided that there are some things that I really like to do that I don’t do often enough, and I need to start making a point to do them. Blogging is one of those things. So forgive all the whining and know that I’ve treated myself to at least one fun thing today.

Cheers!