I'm starting to notice Tum Interference occurring. I'm walking funny. My tum gets sore. I feel tired from walking around. It's difficult to carry things that I would normally carry in front of me. It's difficult to lean forward. It's difficult to get up from the floor, or out of bed. It's the beginning of the third trimester, all right.
I was thinking about my most recent pregnancy, the twin pregnancy. I looked it up in my journal to make sure I was remembering correctly, and I was: It sucked. I had to lie down for awhile, queasy and shaky, after taking a shower. I almost couldn't face the idea of a short errand. I couldn't get comfortable in any position. My legs retained water all the way up to my hips--enough water to give me stretch marks. My feet went up two sizes. I could barely walk, and when I did walk it was slow and painful. At around 32 weeks, I couldn't lie down anymore without excruciating pain in my pelvis and hips, so I had to sleep sitting up in a recliner for the rest of the pregnancy. I felt lousy and sick all the time. I felt like I was dying of a painful terminal illness.
Hard to complain about it, though, when there are women who would have given up one of their limbs just to have carried their twins another week, or to have felt bad but have no actual complications, or to not have been on bedrest for months. But just because I was very, very lucky in comparison doesn't mean it didn't still utterly suck. It did. It utterly sucked. I acknowledge my luckiness, without giving up my claim to the suckiness.
I was partially hoping that this pregnancy would be twins again, because I have so loved almost everything about having twins (I have to use that qualifier because of the times when they both had blow-out diapers and then both spit up over their clean outfits and freshly-washed hair), and because it would be so comical and unusual to have two sets of twins less than two years apart. But when I found out I was having just a single baby this time, I felt like I could look forward to the pregnancy. Definitely it is not buttercups and Christmas morning, but there's woe and then there's WOE, and I am better able to handle woe.
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